Bjorn walked with Rekker out into the car lot and could feel worry still poking at him because of what had happened with Erik and the thugs. Had Rekker killed someone? The singer didn't want to ask that and probably didn't want to know so stayed silent until he got into the Firebird. Erik would be alright since he had Robert and there.
"When we get home I---I want to know what really happened, honey. With you and everything."
His mind was reeling as he kissed the ginger's cheek softly.
Rekker got into the car and started driving before answering the question. He was nervous and angry but also worried and having a paranoid episode about others.
"It's better if you don't know." Rekker finally broke the silence as he drove one handed while rubbing at some of the blood on his forearm. "The police will probably come for me like last time."
Rekker wasn't even driving as fast as he usually did. He's thinking of a million things including who might keep Bjorn safe if he ends up in jail or committed again. He'd snapped. He hadn't been able to stop it.
"It's ok, honey. I'm not judging you at all because you did the right thing going after those bullying fuckheads. The world is a better place without those shitheads hurting innocent people just because they love differently."
Bjorn wasn't judging Rekker at all and wanted to make sure he was ok. The whole incident had shaken everyone and the Swede didn't know what to make of it. Hunter must be feeling the worst because that was his brother and he'd dealt with this kind of thing with Hans before.
"Fuck the police. I love you."
The Swede just slid his hand up Rekker's leg affectionately.
Rekker wasn't showing signs of being shaken aside from the eerie silence. He was rarely quiet unless he'd settled into a long drive at night or something similar. For the Swede in the passenger seat the Brit's behavior would certainly be considered out of character.
Rekker slid his bloody hand down onto Bjorn's and gave it a squeeze. He didn't know how to address what he was thinking and they were almost home before he said anything at all. "I might get committed again. Maybe for weeks."
It was something that his partner needed to know. This wasn't the first time Rekker had been put away.
"Committed? To what? Fuck. You did what was right going after those cockheads! I won't let some crazy farm take you away for defending Erik and beating some bastards up. I---I don't want you committed to some whacko farm---you're not crazy."
Bjorn just feeling anger boil up inside him now more because it wasn't fair. Why should Rekker get locked up for smashing those bastards' faces in when they attacked poor Erik first? It could have been anyone they attacked so they shouldn't have even been on the street in the first place. Right?
Rekker sighed while pulling up to the house. "It's the hospital or a prison. I've been through this before."
He glanced at the Swede full of worry and paranoia and anger. He leaned over and kissed Bjorn's cheek before getting out. "Let's go inside."
Once he stepped out of the car the ginger looked around critically. He was still worried that someone was going to injure Bjorn. It was for the best there was no paparazzi around or the ginger would tear them apart.
"Fuck them all. If they take you I'm coming with you."
Bjorn was adamament in this as he slid his hand into Rekker's and pressed a kiss to the ginger's cheek. No one would hurt Rekker or anyone else because the trashy Swede would help defend them with his scratching nails, kick and filthy mouth. That blood on Rekker---it would have to come off.
"No one will hurt me, babe. I can defend myself too."
He held up his sharp nails and gave the ginger a wink. Fuck the bastards. If there were paparazzi around Bjorn would grab the nearest camera and smashed it over their heads.
Rekker looked at his partner and frowned. "Don't."
He's stern about this as he starts pulling the Swede inside. "You won't make it in prisons here."
Rekker was paranoid about Bjorn being taken where he can't keep him safe. The idea of Bjorn being taken to one of the local prisons caused his heart to pound and his hands go cold.
he looked down at the blood on his shirt and nodded. Once in the house he headed for the bedroom and pulled off his shirt. His movements are methodical and he's not really together yet.
Bjorn was about to answer back but thought better of it. Maybe Rekker was right. Maybe being locked up inside a male prison full of criminal fuckheads wasn't the best idea. The Swede was just blinded by love and couldn't even think past what he was saying. He just didn't want to be parted from his love.
"Let me take care of you, babe."
The blond sliding his fingers up Rekker's now naked back, kissing his skin softly. Bjorn could tell the ginger was still out of it and just wanted him to calm down in his own pace.
Rekker was starting to slide his pants off when he felt those hands on his back and then the lips between his shoulder blades. Even on autopilot it felt good.
"I need a shower." Rekker mentioned while kicking off his shoes but those hands on his skin felt so good. Part of it was just knowing that Bjorn was here, in his house, safe and away from everyone else.
Bjorn knew Rekker needed some sort of stress relief so perhaps having the Swede's hands on the Brit's tired body would help? At least they were all safe now and no one else would get hurt this night. Young Erik would get wheeled out of surgery in a few hours and no doubt rest up for a few days in the hospital with Robert by his bedside.
"I love you."
The Swede kissing Rekker's jaw softly while touching his long ginger tresses.
Rekker just wrapped his arms around Bjorn tightly, burying his face against Bjorn's cheek. He was worried that he was about to go to jail but Bjorn was safe and that was all that matters right now.
"I love you." Rekker kissed Bjorn's cheek. He didn't want to let go but he knew he would have to.
Bjorn didn't want to let Rekker go in fear of him being snatched away or some other crazy thing happening. Fuck the thugs and cockheads! Erik would rest up and have his sötnos to look after him at the bedside. It was cute.
"I love you so much."
Washing the blood and sweat off would be a good thing and it might help settle Rekker down after his ordeal with the thugs.
He held him for quite awhile before pulling away to scratch at the dry blood on his arm. The sticky dryness irritated him for the same reasons hairspray did, or some of the same reasons.
"I need to get this off." His voice was suddenly desperate as he scratched at his arms. It suddenly felt all wrong and that was his mind coming down from adrenaline to realize what kind of state he was in.
Bjorn didn't even want to know who's blood it was but he guessed it belonged to one of the thugs Rekker beat up. Sighing, the Swede kissed his ginger on the cheek before moving away so that the Brit could undress or do what he needed to do. Just giving Rekker space was something Bjorn wanted to do right now after the shitshow earlier on.
"You're not alone in this, babe. I'm here and----Erik will be ok. He'll be up and about in no time drawing cocks again."
Rekker was so out of it that he had forgotten about getting into the shower, he was mostly undressed. The guitarist was in a bad way, his mind getting stuck in loops of thoughts. Rekker eventually stopped when he felt the burn of scratching himself so hard blood welled up. He needs serious help right now because he can't think straight as the events of earlier, and the thoughts around them, started to filter back in.
"Babe, don't hurt yourself like that. You're scratching and making yourself bleed."
Bjorn was worried about the state of Rekker's mental health right now and wondered if he'd be able to cope with the ginger or if he was going into a meltdown. Robert was on the end of a phone but the Swede knew he had to try first. Placing his hand on Rekker's face, Bjorn kissed the Brit and sighed.
Rekker looked down at the blood on his hands and arm with a frown. The touch though, he leaned his cheek into it and nodded. All the dry skin was making him feel itchy everywhere.
"It's been bloody all day." Rekker had seen Erik's blood, his own, other people's. It was overwhelming for him and he was trying his best not to think about it too much.
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on 2022-05-05 06:35 pm (UTC)"I love you too, babe."
Bjorn walked with Rekker out into the car lot and could feel worry still poking at him because of what had happened with Erik and the thugs. Had Rekker killed someone? The singer didn't want to ask that and probably didn't want to know so stayed silent until he got into the Firebird. Erik would be alright since he had Robert and there.
"When we get home I---I want to know what really happened, honey. With you and everything."
His mind was reeling as he kissed the ginger's cheek softly.
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on 2022-05-05 06:45 pm (UTC)"It's better if you don't know." Rekker finally broke the silence as he drove one handed while rubbing at some of the blood on his forearm. "The police will probably come for me like last time."
Rekker wasn't even driving as fast as he usually did. He's thinking of a million things including who might keep Bjorn safe if he ends up in jail or committed again. He'd snapped. He hadn't been able to stop it.
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on 2022-05-05 06:53 pm (UTC)Bjorn wasn't judging Rekker at all and wanted to make sure he was ok. The whole incident had shaken everyone and the Swede didn't know what to make of it. Hunter must be feeling the worst because that was his brother and he'd dealt with this kind of thing with Hans before.
"Fuck the police. I love you."
The Swede just slid his hand up Rekker's leg affectionately.
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on 2022-05-05 07:09 pm (UTC)Rekker slid his bloody hand down onto Bjorn's and gave it a squeeze. He didn't know how to address what he was thinking and they were almost home before he said anything at all. "I might get committed again. Maybe for weeks."
It was something that his partner needed to know. This wasn't the first time Rekker had been put away.
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on 2022-05-05 07:13 pm (UTC)Bjorn just feeling anger boil up inside him now more because it wasn't fair. Why should Rekker get locked up for smashing those bastards' faces in when they attacked poor Erik first? It could have been anyone they attacked so they shouldn't have even been on the street in the first place. Right?
"That's bullshit."
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on 2022-05-05 07:19 pm (UTC)He glanced at the Swede full of worry and paranoia and anger. He leaned over and kissed Bjorn's cheek before getting out. "Let's go inside."
Once he stepped out of the car the ginger looked around critically. He was still worried that someone was going to injure Bjorn. It was for the best there was no paparazzi around or the ginger would tear them apart.
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on 2022-05-05 07:24 pm (UTC)Bjorn was adamament in this as he slid his hand into Rekker's and pressed a kiss to the ginger's cheek. No one would hurt Rekker or anyone else because the trashy Swede would help defend them with his scratching nails, kick and filthy mouth. That blood on Rekker---it would have to come off.
"No one will hurt me, babe. I can defend myself too."
He held up his sharp nails and gave the ginger a wink. Fuck the bastards. If there were paparazzi around Bjorn would grab the nearest camera and smashed it over their heads.
"Let's get you into the shower to clean up."
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on 2022-05-05 07:32 pm (UTC)He's stern about this as he starts pulling the Swede inside. "You won't make it in prisons here."
Rekker was paranoid about Bjorn being taken where he can't keep him safe. The idea of Bjorn being taken to one of the local prisons caused his heart to pound and his hands go cold.
he looked down at the blood on his shirt and nodded. Once in the house he headed for the bedroom and pulled off his shirt. His movements are methodical and he's not really together yet.
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on 2022-05-05 07:37 pm (UTC)Bjorn was about to answer back but thought better of it. Maybe Rekker was right. Maybe being locked up inside a male prison full of criminal fuckheads wasn't the best idea. The Swede was just blinded by love and couldn't even think past what he was saying. He just didn't want to be parted from his love.
"Let me take care of you, babe."
The blond sliding his fingers up Rekker's now naked back, kissing his skin softly. Bjorn could tell the ginger was still out of it and just wanted him to calm down in his own pace.
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on 2022-05-05 08:03 pm (UTC)"I need a shower." Rekker mentioned while kicking off his shoes but those hands on his skin felt so good. Part of it was just knowing that Bjorn was here, in his house, safe and away from everyone else.
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on 2022-05-30 07:46 pm (UTC)Bjorn knew Rekker needed some sort of stress relief so perhaps having the Swede's hands on the Brit's tired body would help? At least they were all safe now and no one else would get hurt this night. Young Erik would get wheeled out of surgery in a few hours and no doubt rest up for a few days in the hospital with Robert by his bedside.
"I love you."
The Swede kissing Rekker's jaw softly while touching his long ginger tresses.
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on 2022-05-30 07:55 pm (UTC)"I love you." Rekker kissed Bjorn's cheek. He didn't want to let go but he knew he would have to.
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on 2022-06-03 03:55 pm (UTC)"I love you so much."
Washing the blood and sweat off would be a good thing and it might help settle Rekker down after his ordeal with the thugs.
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on 2022-06-03 08:53 pm (UTC)"I need to get this off." His voice was suddenly desperate as he scratched at his arms. It suddenly felt all wrong and that was his mind coming down from adrenaline to realize what kind of state he was in.
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on 2022-06-04 07:44 pm (UTC)Bjorn didn't even want to know who's blood it was but he guessed it belonged to one of the thugs Rekker beat up. Sighing, the Swede kissed his ginger on the cheek before moving away so that the Brit could undress or do what he needed to do. Just giving Rekker space was something Bjorn wanted to do right now after the shitshow earlier on.
"You're not alone in this, babe. I'm here and----Erik will be ok. He'll be up and about in no time drawing cocks again."
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on 2022-06-04 08:40 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2022-06-04 08:46 pm (UTC)Bjorn was worried about the state of Rekker's mental health right now and wondered if he'd be able to cope with the ginger or if he was going into a meltdown. Robert was on the end of a phone but the Swede knew he had to try first. Placing his hand on Rekker's face, Bjorn kissed the Brit and sighed.
"Come on, let's get this blood off you."
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on 2022-06-05 01:18 am (UTC)"It's been bloody all day." Rekker had seen Erik's blood, his own, other people's. It was overwhelming for him and he was trying his best not to think about it too much.