TFLN and Continuations. Fuck yeah!

[metallhuvud]

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for ziggyplaysguitar

[metallhuvud]

[From here.]

Is that so, honey? I'd like to drink you under the table.

Ronno is a fucking hunk of a man. Does he fuck you rough? I see that muscled chest of his. Not as sexy as my ginger bastard but I do love a strong man.

for rage_rekker

[metallhuvud]

[Continuing on from the karaoke party here.

Bjorn was fucking trashed but he wanted to see if he could fuck Rekker inside of his car because that sounded hot. The singer slid a hand into the back of the metalhead's jeans as they walked out of the party and towards where the ginger had his Firebird parked. That beautiful car. Perfect for a sugar daddy to have.

"I'm not sure what I can do naked but---I want you, babe."

Speech slurring and his legs not wanting to work, Bjorn was practically using Rekker as a walking aid. Of course Hans had seen both men leave the party and had guessed they were about to get busy with one another. At least his drunken brother was in good hands.

for miss_mayhem

[metallhuvud]

[From here.]

"Did he now? Well, Ulrik here---he's such a cute boy and not a bitchy tart, are you, babe?"

Bjorn reached around from the passenger seat to smack the guitarist's knee playfully. Ulrik giggled and then poked the singer in the back of the arm back. The band were often playful to each other which helped keep the bond strong. Lars was still messing around trying to get his hair right, leaning so he could get a look at himself in the rear view mirror.

"At least you know what my naked ass looks like now, honey. Most do. But it belongs to only one grumpy ginger bastard."

The singer stuck his tongue out playfully towards Missy and sat back in his seat.

for rage_rekker

[metallhuvud]

[From here.]

"I did NOT take forever, you grumpy bastard! I'm here now, aren't I? So get your salty wet ass over here."

The sight of the ginger Brit all wet and only wearing surf shorts sent sparks of arousal through the Swede's body because fuck! He looked smoking hot like this with his shorts sticking to his muscled thighs too. The singer giggled and pushed his hair-sprayed hair away from his face because the wind was whipping it up slightly. Glam stars weren't really cut out for being beach bums.

"How are the waves?"

for Rekker

[metallhuvud]

[Continued on from here.]

"You know I'm no one else's."

Bjorn pinched Rekker's ass and giggled. What could they do now? The Swede was tired from all the running and walking him and Mick had done the last hour or so. Fucking reporters! Some relaxation was in order and no doubt the hotel had some on offer. Perhaps a manicure in the spa?

"How about we go for a manicure and massage, babe? You know you want to!"

crazy car ride with Sigurd, Rekker, Mikkel and Fredrik

[metallhuvud]

[From here.]

Sigurd had resigned himself to lay across the drunk blonds just sighing and managing not to fall off onto the space between the front seats and the back. Fredrik was giggling hard and kissing Mikkel's cheek while Sigurd tried to get comfy. Bjorn might feel a few feet kicking the back of his chair though.

"No idea, babe. How about you surprise me? Hey---watch with the kicking back there, bitches!"

Fredrik gave a finger to Bjorn and then buried his giggling face into Mikkel's neck.

for Brainbox head

[metallhuvud]

[From here.]

Wow, fucking RUDE, honey! Don't let Rekker hear you say that otherwise he'll get pissy and go all angry ginger demon on your brainy ass. You don't want that.

So---what makes you think I'm a walking trashfire? Tell me.

[metallhuvud]

[continued from here.]

"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.

for Aarne

[metallhuvud]

Bjorn giggled and took the drink while being pulled into Aarne's hotel room. They were to have a make-up fight so each had to get ready to show off. What would even happen? The Swede didn't really know because he was too trashed and high to think properly right now.

"How big is your bag, honey?"

The singer waving his make-up bag with his free hand.

for Rekker's hairy drummer

[metallhuvud]

[continued from here.]

"I won't let her hurt him forever! No---he doesn't need this bitch in his life anymore. Why doesn't she just fuck off and leave him alone?"

Bjorn wasn't having any of it. What if they did run into each other when no one was around? It didn't bear thinking about. The violence and Rekker just going off on one without Bjorn there to calm him.

"We'll protect him."