Hangovers Make You Forgetful
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rage_rekkerFor 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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Date: 2022-05-18 07:52 pm (UTC)Bjorn felt a little silly screaming and shouting making a scene with his food when everyone else seemed fine with it. Swedish food was nowhere near as hot as this Mexican food. Taking Rekker's advice the trashy singer took smaller bites with his fork and swallowed without screaming this time. It was still a bit hot but he wanted to be respectful in front of everyone.
"It's good food I'm just not used to eating it."
The Swede giggling a little as he forked some of his own food up and offered his fork to Rekker.
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Date: 2022-05-18 10:51 pm (UTC)He did take that bite and then kiss Bjorn's cheek. "You'll get used to the heat."
Rekker wondered if he would find Swedish food bland and was looking forward to trying some at some point.
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Date: 2022-05-23 08:08 pm (UTC)Bjorn wasn't going to ignore that one as he giggled and loved that his grouchy ginger was now taking food from his fork. It was cute too. The trashy Swede just playing with a few strands of ginger hair as he used his free hand to fork some more food into his mouth, carefully choosing small amounts and chewing slowly.
"It's good once you get used to it."
The singer hoped Rekker wouldn't find Swedish food bland because it wasn't at all. Not the way Bjorn saw it.
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Date: 2022-05-24 12:18 am (UTC)Rekker couldn't help himself because the relationship was still so new. If the girls weren't at the house he probably would have just shoved the Swede over the table. The blonde's skin smelled so good and Rekker could still smell his own cologne in Bjorn's hair. The hand he had around Bjorn's waist slipped down to grab his hip.
He was so distracted that he didn't notice the girls signing to each other. Ana balled up her napkin, laughing as she threw it at Rekker and Bjorn across the table. "You two need to get a room."
Rekker's eyes instantly snapped to the girls who were giggling while eating. The Brit felt his cheeks get hot and probably pink. For a second there was a wave of feeling like a teenage boy who was too horny for his own good. Shaking his head he went back to eating and tried to ignore the way his body was reacting to the Swede.
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Date: 2022-05-24 07:24 pm (UTC)"Will you bend me over this table once your students leave?"
The trashy singer just winked at Rekker and then finished his mouthful of food before kissing the Brit's cheek. Did he want to get fucked over the table? Hell yes. The signing had the Swede smiling, wondering what they were saying to one another. No doubt it was along the lines of how the two lovers were behaving. Bjorn sneaking a hand underneath the table to squeeze Rekker's thigh whilst leaning into his ear.
"I want to eat you more than this food."
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Date: 2022-05-24 07:54 pm (UTC)