Bjorn didn't know when he'd feel better because he was so fucked off with that brat! Fuck, he was so rude! The Swede sighed loudly and then pulled himself into Rekker, sniffing a little because he could feel tears rolling down his cheeks. Being high and emotional hadn't helped things but the Swede had always been so jealous about his partners.
"A little kid with a huge fucking mouth. I---I know the ring is and I love you. I just can't help feeling jealous when people touch you or look at you and things. It fucks me off."
He closed his eyes and didn't want to say anymore on it.
Rekker held Bjorn but couldn't help the laugh that slipped out.
"A young, bitchy, blonde with a big fucking mouth?" Rekker kissed his lover's cheek while trying to control his laughter. "I never thought Sigurd and I would have the same taste in men."
He paused to stroke Bjorn's back and held him for a few minutes before saying anything more. "The kid didn't mean anything. Mikkel ... "
Rekker was fumbling a little with how to say things without upsetting Bjorn too much. "Mikkel and I were treated the same way as kids; locked in empty rooms for days because no one wanted to deal with us, screamed at.. other things. I've been trying to help him because I've spent so long in therapy for this shit. I took him to my therapist with me a few days ago." Rekker kept Bjorn close while he spoke. "I don't think anyone else understands what he's going through. I was the same as him when I came to the US. I was running away from a family that hated me, terrified, angry, didn't know who the hell I was supposed to be, worried that everyone was going to hate me or hurt me."
He hoped Bjorn understood why the boy was so close to Rekker. It was more like Rekker was family, someone comforting. Rekker felt like Mikkel might see him as a father of sorts, the conversations certainly sounded like it sometimes.
"Hey, my mouth isn't that fucking big! But just big enough to take all of that cock in."
Bjorn stuck his tongue out through his rage and sniffed a little. Mikkel had fucked him off but as he listened to what Rekker had to say about the Dane the Swede softened a little. It was bullshit how him and Mikkel were treated---abused and shit.
"I didn't know that about Sigurd's brat boy. He's still got a fucking mouth on him though and a bad attitude. So rude but---yeah. That's pretty fucked up. For you too."
The Swede just slid his arms around Rekker and nuzzled into his chest. Where were the others? Fredrik and Sigurd? Had they gone to find Mikkel?
"I can hear you screaming across the hotel. You've got a big mouth." Rekker leaned in and kissed that stuck out tongue while laughing.
"Has a fucking mouth on him and a bad attitude?" Rekker laughed even more, squeezing Bjorn close. "Sounds like another tall, hot, girly blonde I know."
The Brit sighed heavily and stroked Bjorn's sides and back, glad that he's relaxing. "The attitude and the mouth comes with spending your life fighting. I know he used to get in the way when Rik's father was beating him, since he was just little, he used to try and fight off a grown man. He's been fighting a long time. It takes just as long to learn you don't have to fight to stay alive constantly. I know, I used to fly off like that all the time too."
Rekker glanced around and figured Mikkel wasn't going to stop walking until someone caught him or he exhausted himself, at least that was what Rekker used to do and he didn't imagine the Dane was much different.
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on 2022-05-04 06:32 pm (UTC)"A little kid with a huge fucking mouth. I---I know the ring is and I love you. I just can't help feeling jealous when people touch you or look at you and things. It fucks me off."
He closed his eyes and didn't want to say anymore on it.
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on 2022-05-05 11:17 am (UTC)"A young, bitchy, blonde with a big fucking mouth?" Rekker kissed his lover's cheek while trying to control his laughter. "I never thought Sigurd and I would have the same taste in men."
He paused to stroke Bjorn's back and held him for a few minutes before saying anything more. "The kid didn't mean anything. Mikkel ... "
Rekker was fumbling a little with how to say things without upsetting Bjorn too much. "Mikkel and I were treated the same way as kids; locked in empty rooms for days because no one wanted to deal with us, screamed at.. other things. I've been trying to help him because I've spent so long in therapy for this shit. I took him to my therapist with me a few days ago." Rekker kept Bjorn close while he spoke. "I don't think anyone else understands what he's going through. I was the same as him when I came to the US. I was running away from a family that hated me, terrified, angry, didn't know who the hell I was supposed to be, worried that everyone was going to hate me or hurt me."
He hoped Bjorn understood why the boy was so close to Rekker. It was more like Rekker was family, someone comforting. Rekker felt like Mikkel might see him as a father of sorts, the conversations certainly sounded like it sometimes.
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on 2022-06-04 07:47 pm (UTC)Bjorn stuck his tongue out through his rage and sniffed a little. Mikkel had fucked him off but as he listened to what Rekker had to say about the Dane the Swede softened a little. It was bullshit how him and Mikkel were treated---abused and shit.
"I didn't know that about Sigurd's brat boy. He's still got a fucking mouth on him though and a bad attitude. So rude but---yeah. That's pretty fucked up. For you too."
The Swede just slid his arms around Rekker and nuzzled into his chest. Where were the others? Fredrik and Sigurd? Had they gone to find Mikkel?
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on 2022-06-04 08:33 pm (UTC)"Has a fucking mouth on him and a bad attitude?" Rekker laughed even more, squeezing Bjorn close. "Sounds like another tall, hot, girly blonde I know."
The Brit sighed heavily and stroked Bjorn's sides and back, glad that he's relaxing. "The attitude and the mouth comes with spending your life fighting. I know he used to get in the way when Rik's father was beating him, since he was just little, he used to try and fight off a grown man. He's been fighting a long time. It takes just as long to learn you don't have to fight to stay alive constantly. I know, I used to fly off like that all the time too."
Rekker glanced around and figured Mikkel wasn't going to stop walking until someone caught him or he exhausted himself, at least that was what Rekker used to do and he didn't imagine the Dane was much different.