Derek "Rekker" Sterling (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rage_rekker) wrote2021-10-06 08:39 pm
rage_rekker) wrote2021-10-06 08:39 pm
Hangovers Make You Forgetful
For Nexus Prompt 5. An Honest Mistake
Rekker had to drag himself out of bed even if he felt like he had been hit by a train the night before. Bjorn groaned about the Brit moving around or the light starting to filter in from the sunrise, maybe both. It felt good to have someone in his bed and it was hard to pull himself away from it to start the day. Pressing a kiss to the Swede shoulder and laughing quietly as he grumbled and buried his face farther into the pillow, Rekker finally managed to drag himself out of the bed.
A quick shower and dressing, he shook his head at Bjorn who had covered his head with the pillows to blot out the sun. Rekker pulled the sheet up over him and went out to make some coffee. He had to get his head together because he would have guests soon. He had just finished feeding the pets and himself when he heard the footsteps coming up the front stairs. He went to meet the four teenage girls who were just dropped off by one of their parents.
Ana, the oldest, came in with a tray in hand. He could tell by the smell and the steam that her mother had sent something traditional. All four were from Boyle Heights and hardworking families. They couldn't always pay in cash so they came to an agreement, organically and without saying a word, somewhere in the past 8 years he'd been teaching the girls that the families sent him food. Their mothers sometimes jested that they had to do something until Rekker got himself a woman to take care of him. Though from very different backgrounds they had a relationship more like family, and Rekker was the weird eccentric uncle.
They all signed because the two middle girls, Sophia and Heather, were partially to fully deaf. Part of their early lessons had been Rekker teaching the two other girls LSM so they could all talk more easily. This morning, with the grumbling Swede trying to sleep in, the silence of signing had more benefit than usual. Ana took the food into the kitchen while the other three followed into the studio. They had been here nearly every weekend for years and he had given the four teen girls free reign of the house when they were here, family again came to mind.
Rekker didn't even think about it when Tia, the youngest of the four at 15, headed to the bathroom which meant walking through the bedroom. No thought of it came up at all while he worked with Ana, Heather, and Sophia to set up the guitars for their lesson. Maybe it was the haziness from too little sleep but nothing seemed awry until all four started giggling in the way only a group of teen girls could.
Rekker turned around and asked. “What is funny?” The question coming in signs, as would the entirety of the conversation probably. Ana and Tia both blushed red as beets and he wondered if they were teasing Ana about her boyfriend. It took the Brit putting his hands on his hips and staring for one of them to break.
“Tia said there is a pretty woman in your bed.” Sophia giggled as she told him and Rekker felt his own cheeks turn hot. He had totally forgot about Bjorn in the bed and felt like an idiot. Of course he was going to be harassed now by all four of the girls.
“Is she your new girlfriend?” Heather asked boldly, and she was the gutsy one of the group.
Rekker sighed and pushed his hair back with both hands. He didn't see any harm in answering honestly. All four of them had their own boyfriends and he wasn't about to tell them anything off color.
“He.” Rekker signed first before going on. “His name is Bjorn.” Then he shrugged about the question that came next about whether they were dating. Nothing had gone that far. He couldn't answer and there were more giggles. It had been a long time since Rekker felt this foolish and anxious over something like a relationship. Thankfully, he had remembered his medication this morning or this might have turned into a anxiety attack.
“He looks like a girl.” Tia added to the conversation. “Do you like boys that look like girls? Is he in a band?” In LA that wasn't an uncommon look, feminine men, especially in the music scene. The questions started coming fast from the other girls too. “Did you meet him at a concert?” “When did you meet him?” "Do you kiss?"
They were full of questions and he had to hold up his hands in relent to the onslaught, laughing nervously about the whole ordeal. “He's a singer from Sweden. My brother is friends with someone who knows his brother.”
He thought that would satisfy the girls and it did for awhile. They managed to get things set and close the studio door to start playing before there were more questions.
“Do you think he's hot... Bjorn?” Ana signed with curiosity that had Rekker wanting to bury his face in his hands and hide. There was no escape so he nodded his assent while picking up his guitar among a cascade of girlish giggles.
“No more questions until the lesson is over.” He had to cut this off and spoke as well as signed for emphasis. A couple of them huffed in disappointment but settled themselves to go through with today's guitar lesson. Ana came over and sat on the small sofa beside the guitarist, laughing as she patted his shoulder.
“It's ok, Mr. Sterling.” She leaned in on his shoulder. “You can have a boyfriend like we do. I bet he's cute like my boyfriend.”
And just like that, and more laughter, things went back to normal though he knew there would be more questions in the future. For now, the tension had slipped away
NOTE: Replies may contain foul language or innuendo.
Rekker had to drag himself out of bed even if he felt like he had been hit by a train the night before. Bjorn groaned about the Brit moving around or the light starting to filter in from the sunrise, maybe both. It felt good to have someone in his bed and it was hard to pull himself away from it to start the day. Pressing a kiss to the Swede shoulder and laughing quietly as he grumbled and buried his face farther into the pillow, Rekker finally managed to drag himself out of the bed.
A quick shower and dressing, he shook his head at Bjorn who had covered his head with the pillows to blot out the sun. Rekker pulled the sheet up over him and went out to make some coffee. He had to get his head together because he would have guests soon. He had just finished feeding the pets and himself when he heard the footsteps coming up the front stairs. He went to meet the four teenage girls who were just dropped off by one of their parents.
Ana, the oldest, came in with a tray in hand. He could tell by the smell and the steam that her mother had sent something traditional. All four were from Boyle Heights and hardworking families. They couldn't always pay in cash so they came to an agreement, organically and without saying a word, somewhere in the past 8 years he'd been teaching the girls that the families sent him food. Their mothers sometimes jested that they had to do something until Rekker got himself a woman to take care of him. Though from very different backgrounds they had a relationship more like family, and Rekker was the weird eccentric uncle.
They all signed because the two middle girls, Sophia and Heather, were partially to fully deaf. Part of their early lessons had been Rekker teaching the two other girls LSM so they could all talk more easily. This morning, with the grumbling Swede trying to sleep in, the silence of signing had more benefit than usual. Ana took the food into the kitchen while the other three followed into the studio. They had been here nearly every weekend for years and he had given the four teen girls free reign of the house when they were here, family again came to mind.
Rekker didn't even think about it when Tia, the youngest of the four at 15, headed to the bathroom which meant walking through the bedroom. No thought of it came up at all while he worked with Ana, Heather, and Sophia to set up the guitars for their lesson. Maybe it was the haziness from too little sleep but nothing seemed awry until all four started giggling in the way only a group of teen girls could.
Rekker turned around and asked. “What is funny?” The question coming in signs, as would the entirety of the conversation probably. Ana and Tia both blushed red as beets and he wondered if they were teasing Ana about her boyfriend. It took the Brit putting his hands on his hips and staring for one of them to break.
“Tia said there is a pretty woman in your bed.” Sophia giggled as she told him and Rekker felt his own cheeks turn hot. He had totally forgot about Bjorn in the bed and felt like an idiot. Of course he was going to be harassed now by all four of the girls.
“Is she your new girlfriend?” Heather asked boldly, and she was the gutsy one of the group.
Rekker sighed and pushed his hair back with both hands. He didn't see any harm in answering honestly. All four of them had their own boyfriends and he wasn't about to tell them anything off color.
“He.” Rekker signed first before going on. “His name is Bjorn.” Then he shrugged about the question that came next about whether they were dating. Nothing had gone that far. He couldn't answer and there were more giggles. It had been a long time since Rekker felt this foolish and anxious over something like a relationship. Thankfully, he had remembered his medication this morning or this might have turned into a anxiety attack.
“He looks like a girl.” Tia added to the conversation. “Do you like boys that look like girls? Is he in a band?” In LA that wasn't an uncommon look, feminine men, especially in the music scene. The questions started coming fast from the other girls too. “Did you meet him at a concert?” “When did you meet him?” "Do you kiss?"
They were full of questions and he had to hold up his hands in relent to the onslaught, laughing nervously about the whole ordeal. “He's a singer from Sweden. My brother is friends with someone who knows his brother.”
He thought that would satisfy the girls and it did for awhile. They managed to get things set and close the studio door to start playing before there were more questions.
“Do you think he's hot... Bjorn?” Ana signed with curiosity that had Rekker wanting to bury his face in his hands and hide. There was no escape so he nodded his assent while picking up his guitar among a cascade of girlish giggles.
“No more questions until the lesson is over.” He had to cut this off and spoke as well as signed for emphasis. A couple of them huffed in disappointment but settled themselves to go through with today's guitar lesson. Ana came over and sat on the small sofa beside the guitarist, laughing as she patted his shoulder.
“It's ok, Mr. Sterling.” She leaned in on his shoulder. “You can have a boyfriend like we do. I bet he's cute like my boyfriend.”
And just like that, and more laughter, things went back to normal though he knew there would be more questions in the future. For now, the tension had slipped away
NOTE: Replies may contain foul language or innuendo.
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Ana knew a little bit about her teacher's past from talking to him and looking at magazines. He had been wild in his time.
"You must help him too." She commented when she came back from setting the table. "I haven't seen him laugh this much in a long time... and..." She leaned in to whisper among feminine giggles. ".. and .. I've never seen him blush before."
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Bjorn giggled and wondered what Ana thought of her teacher dating a man half his age. That and the man was a Swedish rock star singer from a band that was famous back in Europe. The trashy element was also there and Bjorn was trashy as they came. Sleazy, whorish and completely wild.
"I do help him. We help each other. He's sick and I want to make him better if I can."
This was the serious part he would never joke about. Rekker was his love and the man needed help even though he'd never ask for it.
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Not all of it was bad either but a lot of crazy things from the band. A lot of them were downright funny. Ana didn't really have any thoughts on the age difference. They were happy and worked, or it did so far. Bjorn being male was more startling than the age because she'd never seen her teacher with a boyfriend, only girlfriends.
She looked up at the singer for a long time and shook her head. "I don't know if it's about making him better. His sickness won't go away." She's gentle though with what she's saying. "Devon always told me, in case I was here when something went wrong, that you have to help him endure it and get back up when the sickness knocks him down."
Ana hoped it made sense and that it was advice the singer could use in the future. He really was a very attractive man, they both were. Ana suddenly blushed bright red at her own thoughts and went to the fridge to get juice and hopefully hide her hot cheeks from the Swede.
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Bjorn revealing the painful truth of him being woefully inept at dealing with some of Rekker's issues regarding his mental health issues. But the singer wasn't going to leave no matter how fucking dark the shit got with his ginger bastard. Grumpy or not he loved the Brit with everything he had.
"Endure? Yeah, something like that. I'm here for him though no matter what. Even if he wants to fucking end it all I won't let him. No fucking way."
The Swede frowned and was adamant in this.
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Ana wished she could help too but there wasn't much she could do aside from offer the blonde a smile.
"He's never left anyone. People always break up with him even when he tried so hard for them. I don't think you have to worry about him leaving you." Except dying but Ana didn't dare mention that while trying to give the singer some sort of hope.
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Bjorn nodded and pushed some of his bleached blond hair away from his face. He also pulled up the pair of jeans he was wearing because they were too big and too wide at the same time. Rekker's jeans. Fuck. He had decided to wear the ginger's pants because it was easier than trying to squeeze back into his PVC tight pants early in the morning. Also, Rekker's jeans smelt nice.
"Oh yeah? I just can't help it, sweetie. The whole thing about dating a much older man can have bad consequences. Also, the fucking media assholes getting on our backs. Fuck them."
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Rekker was private and she knew that so the fact he brought this man home so soon must mean something.
"The media has accused him of sleeping with me more than once when I was younger. They drive me crazy too. They used to follow me to school and ask about him."
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It just made Bjorn angry that the media just assumed he was some creepy weirdo who preyed on young kids just because he invited them around to teach them at his mansion. Fucking assholes. The Swede felt sorry for Ana, who probably had to deal with all this shit from the media.
"Hey, if any fucker tried to make shit up about you or Rekker I'd slam them in the face with my booted heel. I've done that before to reporters, bouncers, cops--shit, loads of people I didn't like."
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And they would start about Bjorn too. Maybe especially about him because he was male? Ana felt sorry for both of them. They only wanted to be happy. His comments got her laughing again while she checked on the food.
"You'll have to beat Mr. Sterling to it. He has a reputation for socking people in the mouth when provoked."
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Bjorn felt anger boiling up inside of him as Ana spoke about sick bastards like them. How could they even think he'd do anything untoward against these kids he taught. Some people were just plain wrong. Rumours were fucking shit.
"Mr. Sterling sounds so fucking cute and I don't even know why. I guess it's because I'm used to calling him Rekker or ginger bastard."
The Swede giggled like a girl almost because he was so smitten with the grumpy Brit.
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She could see it in the people she knew. There was a point where fame went from something positive to something negative but she didn't want to think about it as she turned off the stove and pulled down the plates so they could go set the table.
"Maybe it's because you'd like to be Mr. Sterling, too." Ana winked at the singer, teasing playfully about the seriousness they seemed to have in their relationship. She's glad for them both but she starts giggling. "I think there are a lot around here that call him Ginger Bastard but I'm sure you're the only one that gets a smile for it instead of a fist."
Well, maybe his own band too. She could definitely hear Devon coming out with a term like that for the guitarist. She shrugs. "I've always called him Mr. Sterling because he deserves the respect, especially in his own house."
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Bjorn figured if anyone else except him called Rekker Ginger Bastard then they'd get a fist or worse. The Swede had privileges that others didn't and this pleased him because he could often behave like the spoiled brat he was. Ana seemed to know how it all worked though and knew Rekker loved the trashy singer.
"Mr. Sterling. Maybe I should call him that just to see the look on his face. It's kind of cute."
Respect though? Bjorn could understand that and appreciated how Ana and the other kids treated their teacher.
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Not being nice was an understatement but she assumed Bjorn had to know a little about the guitarist he was dating.
"You might make him blush again." Ana thought that said a lot, more than anything else, about what was happening between the two men. "Do you want to go to the table? I'll go get the others before the food gets cold."
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The trashy Swede just offered her a wink and the made his way to the table. So far meeting Ana and the other kids had been fun. Now, he was about to sit down to dinner, which was something he hadn't done in a while. Not with others like this. Sitting with bandmates at breakfast was one thing but sitting at a table politely? This was something Bjorn knew he should do out of respect for Rekker and his students.
"Where do I sit, babe?"
Bjorn shouting the question into the room where Rekker was. Loudmouth? That was the Swede all over.
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Bjorn's youth and attitude appealed to the young woman and she found it easy to get along with him, and tease the Swede. Rekker was already setting his guitar down and almost to the door when Bjorn screamed. All three of the younger girls came out first and Rekker thought it over. He only had five chairs.
"In my lap?" He laughed at the look on Tia's face when he said it. He was already in a mess with them for weeks and it was honest. Someone was going to have to sit in a lap or share a chair. Rekker ruffled up Bjorn's messy hair as he walked by to the dinning room table. The girls were already signing to each other while they waited for Rekker. Taking a seat at the table he cocked a brow at Bjorn knowing full well the Swede had little shame and was unlikely to shy away from sitting in his lap.
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"Aw, no seat for me, babe? Oh sorry----Mr. Sterling. So, now you're my seat."
The singer just kissed Rekker on the nose and offered a little wave to everyone else at the table. He loved being playful and why not? Ana was fun and Bjorn was a showman at heart, jumping up on stage, singing and throwing himself around the mic stand a lot of times.
"Dinner with a rock star!"
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"Even if there was another seat you'd work your way into sitting here." Rekker glanced at Bjorn while serving the girls one handed, his other arm around Bjorn's waist.
"Lunch." Ana corrected but she's on the verge of giggling because it's clear to see whatever the other three are signing is embarrassing the older Brit. "But we have lunch with a rockstar every weekend."
And they did most of them since they were over for lessons nearly every Saturday.
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Bjorn giggled as he wiggled around a little on Rekker's lap to get comfortable and also be a tease. The girls were signing away but the Swede had no idea what they were saying to each other so just smiled cheekily at them all. As for having lunch with a rockstar every weekend Bjorn just shrugged and figured they'd never met one like him before.
"You've never had lunch with one like me before though. I'm one of a kind, honeys."
The singer winked and then kissed Rekker on the cheek.
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"One of a kind pain in the ass." Rekker commented and Ana snorted a laugh while trying to drink juice. The Brit hoped this didn't turn into too much trash.
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Bjorn faked a gasp of shock then stuck his tongue out at the ginger. Being around his students was fun so why not tease the grumpy bastard a little? It was all good fun. The Swede could smell the food and realised he'd never eaten food like it before. Trying to keep the trash to a minimum, Bjorn was on his best behaviour. If that even existed.
"This food smells good. What are we eating?"
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"Enchiladas." Ana mentioned then realized Bjorn might not know what that meant. "Beans, fish and vegetables wrapped in a tortilla and covered in Chilli sauce and cheese."
They were spicy, maybe by Bjorn's standards, but the others found them just to be average at this point. Rekker's curious to see what Bjorn makes of them.
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Bjorn wondered how hot the chilli would be but wanted to try the food anyway and not make a complete fucking idiot of himself. Mexican food was totally alien to the rock star who began to bite into his food, chewing and enjoying the exotic flavours on his tongue. Then, came the chilli.
Oh fuck!
"Ahhhh! HOT! Oh fuck! My mouth is on fire---shit!----"
The Swede cried out and began fanning his mouth while leaping up off Rekker's lap and began dancing around the table. His face now red and his tongue was on fire! The food was so fucking hot!
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"Get him some milk." Rekker tells the girls, Tia dashing to the kitchen.
"It's not even that hot." Rekker shakes his head but the girls are all stunned by the response. It isn't often they see someone this adverse to any food.
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Bjorn tried to calm himself but he hadn't anticipated the strength of the chilli. He'd never had it before and it took him off guard. The blond now fanning his mouth as he watched Tia dash into the kitchen to help the trashy singer. Fuck!
"Not even THAT HOT? But---how do you even eat this hot stuff?"
The Swede trying to calm down but the milk couldn't arrive sooner.
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"I've been eating it since I joined Hexed. This is Devon's food." Culturally that was true of the Hexed drummer and when he was younger, at the beginning of the band, Devon was always cooking for them like some kind of dad.
Tia brought the milk for Bjorn and hoped it would help the Swede some.
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