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[metallhuvud]

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Sometime in LA

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A pink glittery box appears in the Blixt dressing room stamped with a silver bear. inside is a pink diamond bracelet and a single, perfect long red curl. Each pink diamond about 5 carats and surrounded by a bunch of 1 carat diamonds. All jokes aside, Rekker's natural inclination definitely made him a sugar daddy by default and he didn't care.

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Everyone inside the dressing room could hear the screaming. The loud girly screams coming from inside of the Blixt dressing room as Lars burst in from visiting the bathroom wondering what the fuck was going on and then Ulrik shot his head around hoping Bjorn was ok. Sigurd just eye rolled because he noticed the glittery box. Of course. It was a gift from his Brit sugar daddy it had to be.

"Oh my fucking god! This is perfect! Oh babe----so pretty!"

Grabbing the phone, Bjorn couldn't help contain the excitement as he speed dialled Rekker and shoved the phone up to his ear as he slipped the bracelet on his wrist. He was like a spoiled child given a brand new gift. Shooting Lars a tongue out he noticed how jealous the tarty drummer looked. Ulrik's eyes were wide at the expensive gift and Sigurd just shook his head while pulling on his boots.

"Babe? Fuck! Oh it's so glittery and---shiny and expensive!"

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Rekker was only down the hall and laughed to himself when he heard the screaming. Devon just shot him a look, especially when Dee and Missy started to giggle. The girls had been the ones he checked in with after he bought the piece to make sure it was right. The Brit shook his head when he heard the phone ring and the caller ID. The Swede must be so crazy he forgot they were in the same building.

"Hi Bjorn." He answered as neutrally as possible, but he's pleased and that shows in his voice. "Did you go out in the hall?"

There was a table across from the Blixt dressing room door that Rekker had taken advantage of once Bjorn went inside. There was a benefit, sometimes, to his blonde lover taking forever to dress. The table had a big bushel of pink roses in a pink crystal vase. the Brit was in an elated mood, the manic side of his depression. Things were going to get gradiose for sure.

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"What? No, should I? Oh fuck, babe---this bracelet is so fucking expensive and the diamonds! I love the colours too."

Bjorn walked out into the hallway with the phone still glued to his ear as he then clamped eyes on the table. He spotted the bushel of roses in a pink crystal vase and squeaked loudly, nearly dropping the phone onto the floor in his shocked surprise. The Swede giggled and then went to inhale the flowers. They smelled so good! Rekker had bought all this stuff just for him and it made the Swede so happy. He really did have a real socker pappa. A sugar daddy.

"You fucking sexy bastard buying me all of this. I love you! Where the fuck are you? Get your ass down here now because I want to kiss you."

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"I insured it incase you lose it." Rekker thought that was for the best but it really did say something about the cost of what Bjorn was wearing. Many thousands of dollars of stones. Rekker didn't buy something this expensive often but Hexed knew what it meant. Their guitarist was serious, very serious about the relationship he was in right now. "The diamonds are the same color as your lips."

He had checked, taken a picture of Bjorn to the jeweler to match the colors. It was a strange thing his sick mind had latched onto and wouldn't let go of. The diamonds needed to match the beautiful lips of the Swede.

"In my dressing room." Rekker started laughing and walked out in the hall wearing just his jeans. He has a satisfied smile plastered on his face because this was what he wanted to hear from the singer.

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"You insured it? For me? It's so fucking sexy and I love it. You're a strange fucking man, Rekker Sterling but I love your grumpy ginger ass."

Giggling uncontrollably for a good few moments, Bjorn felt himself get shoved towards Rekker's dressing room by Ulrik who was behind pushing him. Lars giggled and was still jealous that their singer had received such a beautiful and expensive gift. Ending the phone call, Bjorn ran up to Rekker's dressing room door and shoved the door open, elated and still full of energy from receiving his gift.

"Babe! You gave me this! Oh fuck it's so---I love it!"

Bjorn then dived towards Rekker, putting his arms around the ginger and near crying because he loved it so much. The Brit really loved him and this meant the world to the singer who had faced so much shit in his past.

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"You're a drunk bitch." He teased but then laughed again. "How is a bracelet strange?"

Rekker thought it was a pretty standard gift for a girlfriend, and while Bjorn is male he is far more a girlfriend like partner than a boyfriend. Devon heard the screaming coming and prepared himself for gods only knew what to come crashing through the door. Rekker wrapped his arms around Bjorn's waist and picked the slighter singer up off the ground, pulling him in closer. He kissed the tears on Bjorn's cheek, nuzzling and whispered.

"I love you, you whorish bitch." The words didn't have the same tone, the teasing was replaced by a softer, more emotional tone. He was in love with the crazy Swede.

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"Yeah I'm a drunk bitch and you're a fucking grumpy asshole but I love your hairy ginger ass."

Bjorn giggled girlishly and then kissed Rekker on the lips, biting the bottom teasingly before snuggling into the ginger's neck, sighing. It felt so good to wear something that was given with love. The weight of the gemstones on his wrist made the Swede's heart beat faster and he knew without a doubt that he was truly in love with this man. This wasn't some fling or short stay sex-filled meaningless relationship but a real romantic sharing between two people.

"The strange part is you matching my lips with the bracelet. That's fucking strange, honey. You love my lips too much."

The singer tapped Rekker on his lips playfully before then pulling on that long ginger hair.

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Rekker's hands had gone cold from anxiety. As much as he feared rejection, things going right, this right, brought on just as much anxiety. He knew the Swede would recognize it by now from the cold of his hands. The Brit was panicking inside but he nuzzled into his lover, sighing heavily to try and dispel some of the wild emotions inside.

He stroked Bjorn's back as he set him back on his feet. "We can't have your jewelry clashing with your lipstick." He laughs and presses a kiss to Bjorn's fingertips. "Your lips got you fucked."

It's playful but honest. The Swede's lips had done the Brit in early on. He had to kiss them because they were perfect. The tug on his hair got his hands down grabbing the singer's ass. "Later. I'll fuck you in nothing but that bracelet."

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Bjorn could tell Rekker was experiencing his anxiety due to the fact his hands were cold. This warning sign the Swede had picked up on since dating the Brit for a few months now. Pulling Rekker closer he kissed his lover's cheek and then realised that he was wearing pink strawberry flavoured glitter lip gloss. Oh well. Now Rekker would be covered in it as per usual.

"My brother was right; you are a real fucking socker pappa. My sugar daddy!"

Another loud giggle and Bjorn was examining his new bracelet, holding it up to the light and seeing the dazzling gemstones sparkle. Oh, it was so fucking beautiful! The ginger must have paid thousands for this!

"Lars is jealous you bought me this. I could see it in his eyes. Such a prissy tart but I'm sure Devon might buy him something in the future maybe."

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Rekker could smell the strawberry and perfume that was going to linger on him since he had no time to shower again. He barely even rolled his eyes any longer over the glitter and make up. He simply endured.

"Then you're my baby sugar bitch." Rekker knew it should be sugar baby but bitch needed to be in there. He was watching Bjorn and noticed how good that pink looked against his pale skin. He kissed Bjorn's cheek only to have them interrupted by Devon who was also in the room.

"I'm not buying anyone anything that fucking expensive." Devon glanced at the two all wrapped up in each other. "I saw how much that fucking thing cost."

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"Baby sugar bitch? Is that the English phrase for it? Baby socker tik. I guess I am."

Bjorn just couldn't help but stare at the expensive bracelet shining on his pale wrist. Fuck. How much was this thing? It looked a million dollars but the Swede guessed it wasn't that much but a few hundred thousand at least? Who the fuck knew. All that mattered was that Rekker bought it for his trashy lover because he loved him.

"Lars likes flashy things but not as much as me."

The Swede shooting Devon a wink as he latched onto Rekker once more, pulling his long ginger hair and giggling like an excited school girl. Sig would go mad once he knew Bjorn was wearing such an expensive gift.

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"Socker tik?" Rekker was slowly picking up bits of Swedish along the way and assumed it was sugar something. Shaking his head the Brit took his lover's hand and kissed his wrist right by the bracelet.

Devon sighed and rolled his eyes at the two before turning back to what he had been doing. The guitarist has to bury his face against Bjorn to try and stifle his laughter before whispering.

"He's getting so pissed when people mention Lars around him." Rekker tries to stay quiet but obviously, Devon heard some part of it and gave Rekker the finger over his shoulder without turning around. He doesn't want to pay attention to his drummer right now though and kisses Bjorn's cheek. "Do you need to go finish dressing for stage?"

He wanted to stay and snuggle with his lover but he knew they all would be going on stage soon, though Rekker had completely lost track of time by this point.

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"Sugar bitch. Tik means bitch. I can teach you more if you'd like. All the dirty words."

Bjorn winked at the ginger as he held onto the Brit, enjoying the closeness and inhaling the scent that was uniquely Rekker. No one else could smell like him and it was a mix of wood, cologne, car oil, leather, sea salt and some other strange smells. Either way, Bjorn loved it. The whole thing about Devon and Lars though? At least the guitarist found it amusing that a tart was chasing his drummer.

"I think it's cute Lars fancies Devon. The man is sexy in his own way with his chest hair and scruffy appearance but I prefer gingers."

Wasn't that the honest truth.

"Dressing for the stage? Maybe. Do you want to help me dress for the stage, babe? Help me with my make-up and glitter?"

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"Pequeña perra de azúcar." Rekker spoke back and Devon started laughing when he heard the Spanish. "I can teach you Spanish."

Rekker held Bjorn a little tighter, lazily stroking his body while they spoke. This felt good and right. Not that the Brit ever expected he would fall in love with a man.

"It is. I hope the groupies see Lars and get pissed off that he's getting Devon's attention."

Rekker thought about it and grinned. I'd rather help you undress after." The Hammers and the Hell's Angels would be on after Bjorn came off the stage. That left plenty of time.