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.
"He's such a good man. I think he does have heart eyes and I love it." Ziggy loved Mick as much as the guitarist loved him. It was a world of heart eyes and tinted glasses sometimes for sure. "I think you've found one too. I see him always touching you and the way you smile for each other."
Ziggy went back to drinking while Bjorn finished cleaning up his nails. "I have a couple but Mick, there's something about him that is perfection."
He watched the Swede do some lines and then giggled. "I don't know Rekker well. What's he like?"
Ziggy had really only met him twice that he could think of and mostly brief or in passing.
"He seems a good man for you. A strong, loving guy who could make a hot sexy husband one day I bet."
Bjorn nudged Ziggy's sides playfully as he downed his drink and then proceeded to fill it up with Aquavit, also replenishing Ziggy's empty glass too. Having someone like Rekker made the Swede think about him constantly because he was so different to anyone he'd ever been with. Angry, emotional but also someone who came with issues and baggage that most would just walk away from. Bjorn would not, no matter how hard it got between them.
"Rekker is a soft, sweet man underneath all the grouchy ginger bastard exterior. I fucking love him. He teaches young disadvantaged kids guitar and singing lessons back at his mansion studio. He's strong and I love his huge arms and his ginger hair."
"We've talked about it. He'd be a good husband and a good father. I've seen him with my sister."
Ziggy was proud of Mick and how far he'd come, as well as how he lived with so many struggles for so long. He deserved love and a happy live.
"Would you ever marry him?" Ziggy couldn't help but turn the question around, especially with what he was feeling coming off the Swede as he spoke. Ziggy liked the fact that there was so much love and affection around constantly. It helped buffer him against the outside and the negative emotions from others.
"Most? Shit." Ziggy took a long drink to think about this question. "I love that he is forgiving and always willing to keep going and keep trying. Physically, his eyes and his chest. I don't think I've ever seen him wear a shirt. Snow outside and no shirt."
He was exaggerating a little but it sure felt like it. "What do you love most about Rekker?"
"You have a sister too? That's cute. I have Hans and he's my older protective brother. Sometimes a little too overprotective because he likes to be stoic and strong which he is just---Hans is sometimes overbearing. Brothers!"
Bjorn giggled drunkenly and then filled up his glass once more taking large gulps. He knew he was going to get trashed this way but then he didn't want it any other way. At least he didn't have far to stumble towards the bed once he needed to pass out. Ziggy's question got the singer staring for a moment or two.
"Oh, honey that's---I don't know. I've never thought about marrying anyone before since I've never been serious with anybody. Not like this. But Rekker he's---well, he's different. I can't put my finger on it but I love him. So, maybe?"
The Swede shrugged a little but then found himself glancing over to where Rekker slept. Marrying him? Fuck. That was serious and something he hadn't even thought about but Ziggy might be right. Should he get married somewhere down the line? Offer Rekker a solid future? It might help.
"He does have a hot chiselled chest. No shirt even outside in the cold? Kinky boy. Maybe he liked a bit of stinging pain on his nipples."
"And an older twin, Jack." Ziggy giggled and shook his head. "My older brother is protective but he also gets into shit so dangerous I think he needs someone to be protective of him." Well, Jack did have that now that Ziggy thought on it. A literal guardian angel.
Ziggy was drinking heavily but he followed Bjorn's gaze to the man sleeping in the bed. He got caught up in watching the rise and fall of Rekker's sleeping breath and could feel it, the link between the two, the way they attached like vines slowly tangling around each other. There was also the pit of dark sadness inside Rekker, like oily quicksand when the Anthean felt it there. It worried him and he wondered how the ginger kept himself from going under all the time.
"Your relationship is new." Ziggy finally broke away from the darkness in Bjorn's lover. "Just don't do what Mick and I did and wait so long you regret that you didn't say or do something."
Ziggy got caught up in Mick's mortality sometimes, the loss that would come but Rekker was older and had tried to die. The whole thing made Ziggy feel ill at ease, more now than it had in the past when he met Rekker the first couple times. Maybe that was because he felt for Bjorn, the position he was in or the loss he might some day feel.
Bjorn's words got him laughing though and drinking again. "I lay awake next to him and can't stop touching his chest sometimes. I don't know about pain. Maybe I should nip his nipples sometime?" Ziggy grinned in a way that would show off his little fangs but now his mind was on very dirty things. The way the trashy singer yanked him out of his dark thoughts though brought his mind back to the guitarist in the bed. Maybe this was a good thing, if Bjorn did the same thing for Rekker.
"An older brother too? Hans doesn't get into dangerous shit since that's more me. He tells me off when I get too wild and end up drunk in the gutter. I'm not as bad as I used to be now I've got Rekker but I've woken up not knowing where the fuck I am and who the fuck is next to me."
The problems associated with sleeping around, partying hard and choosing risque company. Bjorn just liked to live the glam lifestyle and enjoy himself no matter the consequences because he was reckless. Naive and young? Hans had often used those words to describe his younger brother.
"Yeah, it is new. Really fucking new, honey. We had an argument then a meltdown in an elevator shaft now this. The world is a weird fucking place let me tell you."
Taking a few gulps of drink Bjorn was then thinking about Ziggy's words and was then giggling about Mick. Oh, that boy would be in for some good times! Rekker would too because the Swede loved to rake his nails down that pale skin. Biting sometimes too. The Brit loved it.
"I bet Ronno would love his nipples bitten. Does he go in for having his balls nibbled too? A lot of guys like that."
"My twin is the leader of a gang." Ziggy laughed because it might sound, no it did sound crazy to say out loud sometimes. "I used to be that way too. I think more than one of us were." He looked down at his drink thoughtfully and then smiled. "When I found out about Hunter and Gilly, it felt right to bring in other bands, like I was supposed to and I can't help feeling like I pulled all these lost people in to find something they didn't have. I know that sounds fucking weird but it's what I feel and I feel like that is important for the people watching us to see. All these crazy fucking weird people, happy, strong, in love. It feels important."
Ziggy had no idea why he was telling Bjorn this in the moment but that too felt right. He downed his drink and shrugged while wondering what the singer might make of it.
"The world is unpredictable all the fucking time." Ziggy shook his head looking between Bjorn and his sleeping lover. "I had a hundred guitarists try out and I had all but given up on finding anyone. I was ready to go on and just be the guitarist in the band myself then Mick strolls in the fucking door right when I was going to tell the producer I gave up."
Ziggy was thinking about Mick running away, chasing him. The arguments and the way the tried to ignore each other for years. It was madness.
"Is that what you do with your hot Brit?" Ziggy giggled pushing any darkness away. "Do you ever just stroke and kiss all over his arms? They're fucking hot, like Mick's." Ziggy could get into some dirty talk with the right person and it would definitely go to places that would embarrass Mick, probably. "His inner thighs or biting down his stomach before sucking him. It makes him moan like a whore."
"A gang? What sort of gang do you mean? Like a group of kids sort of thing or drugs, drink and moving things around kind of deal? I once slept with this guy who was in a gang of prostitutes. Actually, come to think of it, he was a prostitute. An escort. Sometimes he dressed in drag but mostly he came across as a glam singer. He didn't tell me he moved heroin through the streets until after he fucked me."
Hans had been mortified to learn that about his brother sleeping with a gang member who moved heroin and sometimes weapons. The streets were often a dangerous place and Bjorn was innocent in some regards, just seeing people at face value. A few drinks, a couple of snorts of coke and he was in bed with them. That part worried Hans and Blixt combined since the singer was far too easy.
"Hunter is a good man. My brother and him used to be together which you probably already know. Then, the overdose happened and---"
Bjorn cut off not wanting to think about his brother on his near death bed in the back of a fucking ambulance. It was bad. The singer had been driven to drink more and take more drugs, mixing them and allowing it to spiral out of control because of that. Taking dangerous amounts because he couldn't deal emotionally.
---yeah. Just, let's not talk about that, honey. We came to drink so---let's get trashed!"
The Swede often used drink or drugs as his emotional crux which he was doing now, filling up yet again and downing the whole thing near in one. He felt the alcohol warm his body and help his mind forget any pain. It was cute about Mick though finding Ziggy and the band when he did. Fuck the world what they thought!
"It's cute Mick found you like that. With Rekker, he likes to be scratched, bitten and is rough in bed. Maybe I should bite his inner thighs and see if he likes it. Ronno screams like a whore? I can imagine. Do you use cock rings or toys on him?"
Of course the conversation was delving ever deeper into the gutter.
"Prostitution, drugs, fighting the government. It's not some gang of kids." Ziggy laughed and smiled. "Zack's boy with the long hair is the leader of my brother's militia." Ziggy shrugs. "My brother is like me but more masculine."
Ziggy reached across the table and took Bjorn's hand, in comfort and understanding. "I know. Something similar happened to my father." It wasn't exactly the same, the pressures were different but the rails he went off were the same. Drugs, drink, to forget what was crushing down on him.
He pulled away to take another drink and giggle. "He must be like a fucking bull in bed from the marks you're leaving on his back." Ziggy had noticed and just laughed more, girly and almost coy. " You scream like a whore too. Nothing wrong with it. That just means you're getting what you need." Ziggy screamed too when Mick got a hold of him the right way. Everyone got loud sometimes, or all the time. "We've messed around with them but honestly, we usually get so ready to go that we forget to do anything else."
"All that? Shit, that's a lot, honey. Your brother sounds like a tough boy. Zack? He's the shy cute drummer my guitarist has been speaking too lately. Around the same age as Ulrik. His boyfriend is hot the one with the long hair. Those legs he's got on him too!"
Damien's legs hadn't gone unnoticed on the Swede who saw how tall he was. An inch taller than Hans and about the same, or near to Aarne. The boy was lanky as fuck but hot and sexy. Perfect for that cute little drummer boy in Viktor's band. Taking another long drink, the singer sympathised with Ziggy regarding his father. Fuck. Tom had taken an OD too?
"Shit. That's rough, babe. Sorry to hear your old man OD'd. The world is a piece of fucking shit sometimes."
He reached over to hold Ziggy's hand squeezing briefly before letting go. It was odd because none of the drinks were chilled yet the red head's hand was quite cool. Maybe he was just cold.
"I do scream like a whore because I'm Rekker's private one. He loves that I am. I bet Ronno loves a good cock sucking. Ever fucked in the dressing room? I bet he's a kinky bastard who loves to whip it out in public."
"You should talk to him when he's around. Jack's a good person. He looks out for a lot of people and he could talk any of us under the table when it comes to dirty shit."
Jack had experience and no shame. Sometimes he and Ziggy ended up in tears, laughing as they tried to out think each other in the dirty department. "Damien's sweet but he'll tear someone apart. I heard he pulled a gun on some guys over Zack."
Which isn't surprising at all to Ziggy. Damien was strung out tight, like a wire ready to snap sometimes. It was a side effect of where they lived. Ziggy though was focused on holding Bjorn's hand. "He had a rough mission, his last one as an astronaut, and coming back caused too much stress and pressure." Nevermind all the things Ziggy couldn't mention about coming back for his father.
"I fucked him in a store changing room once." Ziggy starts laughing. "Gilly walked in on us and the look on his face. They didn't know we were together yet and it caused some shit but his expression is one of the funniest things I've ever seen." Ziggy nodded over at the bed. "How about him? What's he like to get into with you?"
"Jack? Yeah, I should. He sounds a decent kind of boy and one to have around when the shit goes down. Damien has a gun? Fuck! I didn't know that about him even though he looks pretty tough. I bet he could kick a fucker into oblivion too with those fucking long legs of his."
The Brit drummer was lucky to have such a man at his back. Zack, was so shy and Bjorn had picked this up when he tried talking to him for the first time. Didn't he sort of hide behind his long curls? Was he intimidated by the loud Swedish singer? Perhaps. Bjorn was pretty in your face for most.
"Your old man is tough too. A real gentleman too because he seems the type to be a hero and stuff. His friend, Robert? He's a cute old guy too and he's dating Erik that cute dark-haired guitarist. They're sweet together too. I bet Erik gets stuffed with that massive cock of Robert's every night."
Bjorn giggled, now very drunk and spouting filth as usual. As for Mick and Ziggy fucking in a changing booth? Fuck yeah! He loved it and cracked open another bottle, filling both their glasses up. Gilly, that tarty drummer? He'd get on with Lars. Or not? If they tarted at each other then it would end up being a bitchy tart fight.
"Gilly? He's cute. Dating Hunter, isn't he? Lars, my drummer, is a fucking tart too. I haven't fucked Rekker in a public place yet but I want to! Just to fuck people off more than anything."
"Vars, my father, and Robert all carry too." Ziggy knew why each of them had a gun and trusted them all to only use it when absolutely necessary. He didn't like violence but he understood why they needed to.
"My dad is strong and keeps everyone in line." Ziggy can remember various band members getting a talking to over time. "They are sweet together." Ziggy grinned. "From the sounds I hear, I imagine a big cock runs in the family."
Ziggy almost burst into giggles. This was fun and he downed more drink. "Lars and Gilly are either good friends or about to scratch each others' eyes out." That was what Ziggy saw in them anyway.
"Where would you want to fuck him?" Ziggy asked and then smiled. "Mick always wanted to on stage and we did that once. It was insane."
Bjorn nodded, knowing why the bodyguards of the group needed to carry guns and weapons on them especially going into strange new cities and guarding world famous rock stars. It was a cut-throat world out there. At the big cock remark the Swede giggled and drank some more of his drink. Fuck, he was getting drunk fast.
"A big cock? I bet that cute guitarist loves getting pounded by Rekker's brother every night. He acts all sensible and quiet but I bet Robert is a beast in bed."
That only brought on more laughing as the singer drained his glass and pushed some of his bleached hair back from his face. As for his own hot older man? Well, Rekker was fucking hot and had a big cock too.
"The tarts might fight and I know Hunter will have to break them up if they do. Fuck if I'm getting involved in that. Uh oh---good question, babe. Anywhere? Up against a wall in a library? That would seriously piss everyone off and it would be fucking hot as hell."
Bjorn's eyes went wide when he heard what Ziggy said about Mick and himself.
"Fuck! You did? Live on fucking air? That takes guts, honey. I love it! Was Mick nice and hard for you?"
Ziggy giggled. "It sounds like you get an ass pounding too." But the giggles faded to something more serious. "I've known Rekker for awhile and whatever you two have, he seems less burdened."
Ziggy couldn't tell Bjorn exactly what he knew because of his empathy but he felt the difference in the ginger. Ziggy refilled Bjorn's glass feeling good about the two people his father was closest to finding stability and affection.
"Weird's good at shutting up the tarts." Ziggy knew that from the day they met. The man had a way of shutting Gilly down with a word. "What makes the library hot?"
Ziggy was openly curious, as side from the obvious way the noise would carry in such a quiet space.
"Mick snaps sometimes." Ziggy mentions before finishing his drink and pouring another. "Our country is oppressive and he spent, both of us spent, a long time ignoring each other. I think it was hard on him, a lot harder than it was on me because I was never taught th social norms. My parents.. homeschooled me so I didn't pick up all the shit that comes from social interactions."
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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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Ziggy went back to drinking while Bjorn finished cleaning up his nails. "I have a couple but Mick, there's something about him that is perfection."
He watched the Swede do some lines and then giggled. "I don't know Rekker well. What's he like?"
Ziggy had really only met him twice that he could think of and mostly brief or in passing.
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Bjorn nudged Ziggy's sides playfully as he downed his drink and then proceeded to fill it up with Aquavit, also replenishing Ziggy's empty glass too. Having someone like Rekker made the Swede think about him constantly because he was so different to anyone he'd ever been with. Angry, emotional but also someone who came with issues and baggage that most would just walk away from. Bjorn would not, no matter how hard it got between them.
"Rekker is a soft, sweet man underneath all the grouchy ginger bastard exterior. I fucking love him. He teaches young disadvantaged kids guitar and singing lessons back at his mansion studio. He's strong and I love his huge arms and his ginger hair."
The Swede giggled and sipped his drink.
"What's the most you love about Mick?"
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Ziggy was proud of Mick and how far he'd come, as well as how he lived with so many struggles for so long. He deserved love and a happy live.
"Would you ever marry him?" Ziggy couldn't help but turn the question around, especially with what he was feeling coming off the Swede as he spoke. Ziggy liked the fact that there was so much love and affection around constantly. It helped buffer him against the outside and the negative emotions from others.
"Most? Shit." Ziggy took a long drink to think about this question. "I love that he is forgiving and always willing to keep going and keep trying. Physically, his eyes and his chest. I don't think I've ever seen him wear a shirt. Snow outside and no shirt."
He was exaggerating a little but it sure felt like it. "What do you love most about Rekker?"
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Bjorn giggled drunkenly and then filled up his glass once more taking large gulps. He knew he was going to get trashed this way but then he didn't want it any other way. At least he didn't have far to stumble towards the bed once he needed to pass out. Ziggy's question got the singer staring for a moment or two.
"Oh, honey that's---I don't know. I've never thought about marrying anyone before since I've never been serious with anybody. Not like this. But Rekker he's---well, he's different. I can't put my finger on it but I love him. So, maybe?"
The Swede shrugged a little but then found himself glancing over to where Rekker slept. Marrying him? Fuck. That was serious and something he hadn't even thought about but Ziggy might be right. Should he get married somewhere down the line? Offer Rekker a solid future? It might help.
"He does have a hot chiselled chest. No shirt even outside in the cold? Kinky boy. Maybe he liked a bit of stinging pain on his nipples."
Bjorn started to giggle harder at that.
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Ziggy was drinking heavily but he followed Bjorn's gaze to the man sleeping in the bed. He got caught up in watching the rise and fall of Rekker's sleeping breath and could feel it, the link between the two, the way they attached like vines slowly tangling around each other. There was also the pit of dark sadness inside Rekker, like oily quicksand when the Anthean felt it there. It worried him and he wondered how the ginger kept himself from going under all the time.
"Your relationship is new." Ziggy finally broke away from the darkness in Bjorn's lover. "Just don't do what Mick and I did and wait so long you regret that you didn't say or do something."
Ziggy got caught up in Mick's mortality sometimes, the loss that would come but Rekker was older and had tried to die. The whole thing made Ziggy feel ill at ease, more now than it had in the past when he met Rekker the first couple times. Maybe that was because he felt for Bjorn, the position he was in or the loss he might some day feel.
Bjorn's words got him laughing though and drinking again. "I lay awake next to him and can't stop touching his chest sometimes. I don't know about pain. Maybe I should nip his nipples sometime?" Ziggy grinned in a way that would show off his little fangs but now his mind was on very dirty things. The way the trashy singer yanked him out of his dark thoughts though brought his mind back to the guitarist in the bed. Maybe this was a good thing, if Bjorn did the same thing for Rekker.
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The problems associated with sleeping around, partying hard and choosing risque company. Bjorn just liked to live the glam lifestyle and enjoy himself no matter the consequences because he was reckless. Naive and young? Hans had often used those words to describe his younger brother.
"Yeah, it is new. Really fucking new, honey. We had an argument then a meltdown in an elevator shaft now this. The world is a weird fucking place let me tell you."
Taking a few gulps of drink Bjorn was then thinking about Ziggy's words and was then giggling about Mick. Oh, that boy would be in for some good times! Rekker would too because the Swede loved to rake his nails down that pale skin. Biting sometimes too. The Brit loved it.
"I bet Ronno would love his nipples bitten. Does he go in for having his balls nibbled too? A lot of guys like that."
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Ziggy had no idea why he was telling Bjorn this in the moment but that too felt right. He downed his drink and shrugged while wondering what the singer might make of it.
"The world is unpredictable all the fucking time." Ziggy shook his head looking between Bjorn and his sleeping lover. "I had a hundred guitarists try out and I had all but given up on finding anyone. I was ready to go on and just be the guitarist in the band myself then Mick strolls in the fucking door right when I was going to tell the producer I gave up."
Ziggy was thinking about Mick running away, chasing him. The arguments and the way the tried to ignore each other for years. It was madness.
"Is that what you do with your hot Brit?" Ziggy giggled pushing any darkness away. "Do you ever just stroke and kiss all over his arms? They're fucking hot, like Mick's." Ziggy could get into some dirty talk with the right person and it would definitely go to places that would embarrass Mick, probably. "His inner thighs or biting down his stomach before sucking him. It makes him moan like a whore."
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Hans had been mortified to learn that about his brother sleeping with a gang member who moved heroin and sometimes weapons. The streets were often a dangerous place and Bjorn was innocent in some regards, just seeing people at face value. A few drinks, a couple of snorts of coke and he was in bed with them. That part worried Hans and Blixt combined since the singer was far too easy.
"Hunter is a good man. My brother and him used to be together which you probably already know. Then, the overdose happened and---"
Bjorn cut off not wanting to think about his brother on his near death bed in the back of a fucking ambulance. It was bad. The singer had been driven to drink more and take more drugs, mixing them and allowing it to spiral out of control because of that. Taking dangerous amounts because he couldn't deal emotionally.
---yeah. Just, let's not talk about that, honey. We came to drink so---let's get trashed!"
The Swede often used drink or drugs as his emotional crux which he was doing now, filling up yet again and downing the whole thing near in one. He felt the alcohol warm his body and help his mind forget any pain. It was cute about Mick though finding Ziggy and the band when he did. Fuck the world what they thought!
"It's cute Mick found you like that. With Rekker, he likes to be scratched, bitten and is rough in bed. Maybe I should bite his inner thighs and see if he likes it. Ronno screams like a whore? I can imagine. Do you use cock rings or toys on him?"
Of course the conversation was delving ever deeper into the gutter.
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Ziggy reached across the table and took Bjorn's hand, in comfort and understanding. "I know. Something similar happened to my father." It wasn't exactly the same, the pressures were different but the rails he went off were the same. Drugs, drink, to forget what was crushing down on him.
He pulled away to take another drink and giggle. "He must be like a fucking bull in bed from the marks you're leaving on his back." Ziggy had noticed and just laughed more, girly and almost coy. " You scream like a whore too. Nothing wrong with it. That just means you're getting what you need." Ziggy screamed too when Mick got a hold of him the right way. Everyone got loud sometimes, or all the time. "We've messed around with them but honestly, we usually get so ready to go that we forget to do anything else."
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Damien's legs hadn't gone unnoticed on the Swede who saw how tall he was. An inch taller than Hans and about the same, or near to Aarne. The boy was lanky as fuck but hot and sexy. Perfect for that cute little drummer boy in Viktor's band. Taking another long drink, the singer sympathised with Ziggy regarding his father. Fuck. Tom had taken an OD too?
"Shit. That's rough, babe. Sorry to hear your old man OD'd. The world is a piece of fucking shit sometimes."
He reached over to hold Ziggy's hand squeezing briefly before letting go. It was odd because none of the drinks were chilled yet the red head's hand was quite cool. Maybe he was just cold.
"I do scream like a whore because I'm Rekker's private one. He loves that I am. I bet Ronno loves a good cock sucking. Ever fucked in the dressing room? I bet he's a kinky bastard who loves to whip it out in public."
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Jack had experience and no shame. Sometimes he and Ziggy ended up in tears, laughing as they tried to out think each other in the dirty department. "Damien's sweet but he'll tear someone apart. I heard he pulled a gun on some guys over Zack."
Which isn't surprising at all to Ziggy. Damien was strung out tight, like a wire ready to snap sometimes. It was a side effect of where they lived. Ziggy though was focused on holding Bjorn's hand. "He had a rough mission, his last one as an astronaut, and coming back caused too much stress and pressure." Nevermind all the things Ziggy couldn't mention about coming back for his father.
"I fucked him in a store changing room once." Ziggy starts laughing. "Gilly walked in on us and the look on his face. They didn't know we were together yet and it caused some shit but his expression is one of the funniest things I've ever seen." Ziggy nodded over at the bed. "How about him? What's he like to get into with you?"
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The Brit drummer was lucky to have such a man at his back. Zack, was so shy and Bjorn had picked this up when he tried talking to him for the first time. Didn't he sort of hide behind his long curls? Was he intimidated by the loud Swedish singer? Perhaps. Bjorn was pretty in your face for most.
"Your old man is tough too. A real gentleman too because he seems the type to be a hero and stuff. His friend, Robert? He's a cute old guy too and he's dating Erik that cute dark-haired guitarist. They're sweet together too. I bet Erik gets stuffed with that massive cock of Robert's every night."
Bjorn giggled, now very drunk and spouting filth as usual. As for Mick and Ziggy fucking in a changing booth? Fuck yeah! He loved it and cracked open another bottle, filling both their glasses up. Gilly, that tarty drummer? He'd get on with Lars. Or not? If they tarted at each other then it would end up being a bitchy tart fight.
"Gilly? He's cute. Dating Hunter, isn't he? Lars, my drummer, is a fucking tart too. I haven't fucked Rekker in a public place yet but I want to! Just to fuck people off more than anything."
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"My dad is strong and keeps everyone in line." Ziggy can remember various band members getting a talking to over time. "They are sweet together." Ziggy grinned. "From the sounds I hear, I imagine a big cock runs in the family."
Ziggy almost burst into giggles. This was fun and he downed more drink. "Lars and Gilly are either good friends or about to scratch each others' eyes out." That was what Ziggy saw in them anyway.
"Where would you want to fuck him?" Ziggy asked and then smiled. "Mick always wanted to on stage and we did that once. It was insane."
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"A big cock? I bet that cute guitarist loves getting pounded by Rekker's brother every night. He acts all sensible and quiet but I bet Robert is a beast in bed."
That only brought on more laughing as the singer drained his glass and pushed some of his bleached hair back from his face. As for his own hot older man? Well, Rekker was fucking hot and had a big cock too.
"The tarts might fight and I know Hunter will have to break them up if they do. Fuck if I'm getting involved in that. Uh oh---good question, babe. Anywhere? Up against a wall in a library? That would seriously piss everyone off and it would be fucking hot as hell."
Bjorn's eyes went wide when he heard what Ziggy said about Mick and himself.
"Fuck! You did? Live on fucking air? That takes guts, honey. I love it! Was Mick nice and hard for you?"
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Ziggy couldn't tell Bjorn exactly what he knew because of his empathy but he felt the difference in the ginger. Ziggy refilled Bjorn's glass feeling good about the two people his father was closest to finding stability and affection.
"Weird's good at shutting up the tarts." Ziggy knew that from the day they met. The man had a way of shutting Gilly down with a word. "What makes the library hot?"
Ziggy was openly curious, as side from the obvious way the noise would carry in such a quiet space.
"Mick snaps sometimes." Ziggy mentions before finishing his drink and pouring another. "Our country is oppressive and he spent, both of us spent, a long time ignoring each other. I think it was hard on him, a lot harder than it was on me because I was never taught th social norms. My parents.. homeschooled me so I didn't pick up all the shit that comes from social interactions."
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