"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."
"I've never had a girlfriend and have never wanted one since I like boys. Most people think I'm a tall boyish girl. I prefer hot men like you."
Bjorn felt a pang of jealousy through him but it was short-lived. Of course Rekker was going to have girlfriends, groupies or whatever else before because he was a famous guitarist. The Swede giggled and began admiring his new nails.
"I've never wanted a boyfriend." Rekker figured Bjorn already knew that about his past. "You're kind of a bitch with a cock though."
That was teasing and good natured. Rekker adored Bjorn even if he constantly harassed him. "Do you think I have some other bitchy blonde boy?" Rekker snorted a laugh. "I've got no fucking time for anyone else. You're such a needy bitch."
The Brit couldn't help harassing Bjorn but he loved how much the Swede wanted and needed him constantly. To Rekker, that felt good.
"A bitch with a cock? Well, you know how to fucking charm a person, don't you?"
Bjorn just squeaking with laughter then shoving Rekker back a little with his hand against the ginger's chest. Being needy was part of who the Swede was and both Blixt and Hans knew that more than anyone else.
"Good. I've got no time for any other cockhead boy either. You're it, bastard."
The Swede leant over to kiss Rekker, biting on his lower lip.
"It worked on you." Rekker winked at him, putting on the arrogant bravado to go with it.
As needy and out of control Bjorn was, somehow the Swede had charmed him too. Rekker took that kiss and deepened it after that bite, shoving his tongue into the singer's mouth and not caring who saw. He bit Bjorn's lower lip and pulled away, tugging his lip before letting go.
"You ready to let them take care of your fried hair?" Rekker ruffled up Bjorn's hair, ruining it, because he could.
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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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Bjorn felt a pang of jealousy through him but it was short-lived. Of course Rekker was going to have girlfriends, groupies or whatever else before because he was a famous guitarist. The Swede giggled and began admiring his new nails.
"Bitchy blond boy? Is that me?"
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That was teasing and good natured. Rekker adored Bjorn even if he constantly harassed him. "Do you think I have some other bitchy blonde boy?" Rekker snorted a laugh. "I've got no fucking time for anyone else. You're such a needy bitch."
The Brit couldn't help harassing Bjorn but he loved how much the Swede wanted and needed him constantly. To Rekker, that felt good.
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Bjorn just squeaking with laughter then shoving Rekker back a little with his hand against the ginger's chest. Being needy was part of who the Swede was and both Blixt and Hans knew that more than anyone else.
"Good. I've got no time for any other cockhead boy either. You're it, bastard."
The Swede leant over to kiss Rekker, biting on his lower lip.
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As needy and out of control Bjorn was, somehow the Swede had charmed him too. Rekker took that kiss and deepened it after that bite, shoving his tongue into the singer's mouth and not caring who saw. He bit Bjorn's lower lip and pulled away, tugging his lip before letting go.
"You ready to let them take care of your fried hair?" Rekker ruffled up Bjorn's hair, ruining it, because he could.