metallhuvud | While the cat's away, the mice will play

While the cat's away, the mice will play

"Well, what do you like doing, Goldylocks? Apart from drinking tea, playing with plant pots and doing boring old man stuff?"

Bjorn now slumping down next to Robert on the couch with a big grin plastered over his face. Rekker had gone to Oregon with Erik so now the crazy blond was hanging around with Robert. The older man being adored by the Swede of course, but Bjorn's behaviour was best dealt with by the youngest of Sterling brothers. What about trashy grandpa? Was he fucking that slut Tordis?

"Are you more fun than old grandpa Sterling? Is he fucking his slut right now?"

The blond giggling and moving to pick up a glass of booze from the table, downing most of it.

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Robert would have smacked his brother upside the head if he had a chance before he ran off. Erik was probably involved in this too. Of course.

"Do you do anything less boring that drinking and fucking my brother?" Robert knew better than the take Bjorn's bullshit. That was one thing the blonde shared with his brother, constant harassment. He'd deal with this. At least Rekker had James watching Crusher instead of bringing her here too.

"I think Martyn is working this morning." Robert said morning because Bjorn had only woke up about 30 minutes ago but the truth was that it was well into the afternoon.

"Drinking and fucking aren't boring, babe. I'm sure you drink wine and fuck Erik."

Bjorn offered a cheeky smile but then knew not to piss Robert off too much because it wouldn't be fair on him. Still, being around the Brit was fun because he was technically Bjorn's brother in law now. The same with Martyn.

"He is? Aw ok. I don't even know what the fucking time is."

The blond shrugged and filled his glass up with more booze.

"I do but those aren't my hobbies." Robert's mostly teasing the Swede. Though, he was honest in the idea that he certainly didn't spend as much time in bed as his brother.

"One Thirty." Robert mentioned. "Rekker said you were up all night."

"Fucking can be a hobby. Joe would agree on this too."

Bjorn giggled and patted Robert's arm. As for the Swede being up all night, that would be to do with the fucking and messing around in the hot tub. They also might have had car sex before that along on the road side too.

"Yeah, we rode in the Firebird, fucked by the roadside in it then came home and fucked in the hot tub. What did you do last night, babe?"

Of course this was what Bjorn and Rekker had been up to. None of it was much of a surprise.

"Erik and I cooked dinner together. He spent some time painting and I was reading, then we went to sleep." Maybe that was boring but it had been a relaxing evening.

Bjorn thought it was cute that they cooked together and did things like that, even if it was a bit boring to the trashy Swede. Erik's art was really good though.

"Did he paint a big cock or something else this time?"

The singer now adjusting his bandanna slightly wanting to know more about what Robert got up to.

Robert shook his head. "He doesn't paint them as much as Aarne talks about it."

Which was true. He hadn't looked closely at what Erik was painting recently but he thought it looked like it might be some sort of landscape eventually.

"Oh, so it's not your cock this time? His art is really fucking good and we have the picture he drew of me and Rekker in the apartment."

Bjorn loved it and was happy that Rekker loved it too. Erik really was such a cute kid and soon to be Bjorn's brother in law too. Was that how it worked? Something like that.

"You're my future brother in law and so is Erik. Is that how it works?"

"He's been talking about doing a painting for my house." Robert mentioned but he didn't know much. Erik was being secretive about it which was adorable.

"Martyn too." Robert added.

"That's really sweet. He's always got a paintbrush or pencil behind his ear when I see him."

Bjorn took notice of each band members habits and Erik's was to do with art so it made sense. Didn't Robert live in a cottage back in the UK? That sounded cute. Martyn being Bjorn's brother in law too caused the Swede to giggle and nod.

"We're all connected somehow. Fucking cool."

"and paint in his hair." Robert couldn't remember how many times he'd taken dried paint out of the younger man's hair.

"Aarne mentioned everyone being related somehow but I couldn't follow it all." Aarne hyped up on coke, screaming with Joe, and talking way too fast about too many people lost the Brit after awhile.

"I'm sure you get it out of his hair in the shower."

A sly wink and the Swede downed the rest of his drink now feeling restless. What did he do this time of day usually? He'd go down to a bar and get trashed with his band mates or whoever else.

"Let's go to a wine bar, babe. How about it? I'm bored."

"Is that why you put glitter in Rekker's?"

He had to tease the blonde a little.

"There's a place Jerry showed me that usually has live music." Robert didn't think they would at this time of the day but maybe later.

"Maybe. You know about the whole glitter thing? It's fucking hilarious!"

Bjorn laughed as he got up and grabbed Robert's hand, hoping he'd get up off the couch and come to a wine bar to unwind a bit. Erik wouldn't mind of Bjorn got his boyfriend drunk would he?

"That tall American guy? He's got Jorgen glued to his cock most of the time. Ok, ready to go, honey?"

"He yells about it sometimes."

Robert knew every couple had their annoyances but it didn't mean they weren't perfect for each other. Robert saw a little of Erik in Bjorn as he was pulled to his feet.

"Yes." Robert laughed. "I don't think Jerry realizes that blonde is madly in love with him."

"I know he fucking hates glitter but he's engaged to me so has to put up with it."

Bjorn let go of Robert's hand once the Brit had stood up. They were going to enjoy the evening together and the Swede wondered if Martyn wanted to come along too.

"Does Martyn want to come or is he still working?"

It was polite to ask.

"He will put up with almost anything from you."

Robert was serious as he went to collect his keys and wallet so they could head out.

"Do you want to see Tordis?" Robert asked because he knew Martyn would not get away without the young Swede.

"He treats me like a spoilt bitchy princess."

Bjorn let out a giggle and poked his tongue out because he could. Was he spoilt rotten? Of course he was.

"Yeah, I'll go and find Tordis and then we can all go out together to the wine bar. It'll be a fucking riot!"

"I would be surprised if he didn't."

Robert knew his brother. That was what he did when he loved people.

"Tordis will know if Martyn is still working." Robert knew not to bother Martyn if he was working because it was private.

"I know people think I'm trash but I'm a real person underneath too."

Bjorn hated the insults he'd gotten whilst playing at venues where some fuckheads hated glam singers. Rekker would beat them into a pulp if they upset his blond bitch.

"Ok, be back in a minute, babe."

The Swede left the room to go and find Tordis.

"You are trashy, or my brother wouldn't have given you a second look." Robert was serious about it but also playful.

Martyn was just finishing up in the office when he heard the loud swede burst in out in the main part of the apartment. It would be a few minutes before Martyn came out to join them.

Tordis had been busy writing some lyrics for a new song he'd come up with when Bjorn had burst into his room, almost dragging the dark-haired Swede by his hand out of the room, screaming about drinks at a bar. Now, he was walking back to meet up with Robert back in the communal area.

"Bjorn says we're going out with drinks with Martyn and the rest of you?"

Bjorn giggled and winked at Tordis, knowing they'd get trashed.

Robert had changed while Bjorn was away and looked at the two wild younger men.

"Did either of you tell Martyn?" Robert had assumed that they would come back with his brother too.

Bjorn stopped dead and gasped.

"Fuck! I forgot to tell him. Be right back!"

The excited Swede had grabbed Tordis but had forgotten to go into Martyn's office and tell him. He knocked on the door to be polite but was really pumped to get this party going.

"Martyn? Babes? Want to come out for drinks with me, Tordis and Robert?"

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