What do you mean, snow?
Jan. 26th, 2022 09:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
For Nexus prompt 5. "Wait, hang on. Did you say snow day?"
Rekker was not used to seeing Bjorn drag himself out of bed any time before noon, so seeing him walk past the door of the studio at 9 in the morning was a shock. Rekker put down his guitar and stepped out into the kitchen to see the singer rummaging through the fridge. That was expected. The Swede woke up ravenous and sometimes went straight into the kitchen before even saying hello or showering.
“You’re up early.” Rekker laughed as he crossed the kitchen to hug the Swede from behind.
“I’m hungry.” He pouted at the Brit who sighed. This was his fault for spoiling the Swede with his cooking. “I’m up because it’s a snow day and I’m bored. We’re going to go out and you’ll drive. It’s going to be fun.”
Rekker was reaching past the Swede to grab a few things out of the fridge. He could do with something to eat as well and …. The words finally sunk in, and he stared at the Swede, door of the fridge still wide open. “Did you say snow day?”
Bjorn had pulled out the bowl of grapes from the fridge, now sitting on the kitchen island, legs swinging over the edge like a child. If not for all the confusion, Rekker might have commented on how adorable it made him look to sit up there in Rekker’s oversized jeans grinning like a mischievous boy.
“That’s the American word?” Bjorn asked between stuffing grapes in his mouth
“American word for what?” Rekker finally closed the refrigerator and set the items down beside Bjorn on the counter.
“When you don’t do what you’re told to because there was snow.” Bjorn was up to something. Rekker could see it in the coy, boyish grin and the way his eyes were lighting up.
“If you haven’t noticed we’re in L.A. There’s no damned snow.” Rekker just rolled his eyes as he pulled out the pan. Bjorn got ideas sometimes that didn’t jive with reality but then so did Rekker so he couldn’t really complain.
“Look!”
Rekker turned around to get a phone shoved in his face. It was so close his eyes crossed when he tried to read what was on the screen. He had to back up and momentarily grumbled at leaving his glasses in the studio. There was a title on a news article about Big Bear getting a foot of snow overnight. Rekker blinked and then stared at the Swede. He didn’t particularly like the cold but there was something in the ‘pretty please’ looking pout on the singer’s face that got to him. He was probably going to regret this before the day was over.
“That’s two hours away.” He was trying to deflect but then gave up. “I suppose you want one of my jackets to go with my pants?”
Bjorn laughed and leaned in to kiss his cheek while he was dicing vegetables. He could feel the sticky smudge of lip gloss on his cheek but smiled anyway. When he wasn’t drunk or high Bjorn was sweet and though Rekker loved the drunken madness this side of this singer got his heart pounding. The Swede was such trash and Rekker adored him so much. One more piece of his own madness, probably, falling in love with someone like Bjorn.
“Can we eat first?” Rekker needed to prepare himself for going into the snow. How he hated the cold but the chin leaning on his shoulder and the bright smile would make him endure hell... until hell freezes over? Rekker’s thoughts had him laughing. “Go get dressed. You’ll take longer than I will to cook and change.”
He’s not surprised to see Bjorn stick out his tongue at him like a spoiled child. The childishness was part of the Swede’s charm in the guitarist’s eyes even if it drove everyone else to frustration. “Go! Before I change my mind.”
“You’re such a grouch.” Bjorn scolded but gave him a hug before shuffling back to the bedroom. On the bright side, Rekker thought to himself watching the Swede walk away, he was going to get a chance to throw him in the snow. That was definitely worth enduring the cold for and he wondered if his partner would get as mad about ruined clothes as he did when Rekker threw him in the water.
Rekker was not used to seeing Bjorn drag himself out of bed any time before noon, so seeing him walk past the door of the studio at 9 in the morning was a shock. Rekker put down his guitar and stepped out into the kitchen to see the singer rummaging through the fridge. That was expected. The Swede woke up ravenous and sometimes went straight into the kitchen before even saying hello or showering.
“You’re up early.” Rekker laughed as he crossed the kitchen to hug the Swede from behind.
“I’m hungry.” He pouted at the Brit who sighed. This was his fault for spoiling the Swede with his cooking. “I’m up because it’s a snow day and I’m bored. We’re going to go out and you’ll drive. It’s going to be fun.”
Rekker was reaching past the Swede to grab a few things out of the fridge. He could do with something to eat as well and …. The words finally sunk in, and he stared at the Swede, door of the fridge still wide open. “Did you say snow day?”
Bjorn had pulled out the bowl of grapes from the fridge, now sitting on the kitchen island, legs swinging over the edge like a child. If not for all the confusion, Rekker might have commented on how adorable it made him look to sit up there in Rekker’s oversized jeans grinning like a mischievous boy.
“That’s the American word?” Bjorn asked between stuffing grapes in his mouth
“American word for what?” Rekker finally closed the refrigerator and set the items down beside Bjorn on the counter.
“When you don’t do what you’re told to because there was snow.” Bjorn was up to something. Rekker could see it in the coy, boyish grin and the way his eyes were lighting up.
“If you haven’t noticed we’re in L.A. There’s no damned snow.” Rekker just rolled his eyes as he pulled out the pan. Bjorn got ideas sometimes that didn’t jive with reality but then so did Rekker so he couldn’t really complain.
“Look!”
Rekker turned around to get a phone shoved in his face. It was so close his eyes crossed when he tried to read what was on the screen. He had to back up and momentarily grumbled at leaving his glasses in the studio. There was a title on a news article about Big Bear getting a foot of snow overnight. Rekker blinked and then stared at the Swede. He didn’t particularly like the cold but there was something in the ‘pretty please’ looking pout on the singer’s face that got to him. He was probably going to regret this before the day was over.
“That’s two hours away.” He was trying to deflect but then gave up. “I suppose you want one of my jackets to go with my pants?”
Bjorn laughed and leaned in to kiss his cheek while he was dicing vegetables. He could feel the sticky smudge of lip gloss on his cheek but smiled anyway. When he wasn’t drunk or high Bjorn was sweet and though Rekker loved the drunken madness this side of this singer got his heart pounding. The Swede was such trash and Rekker adored him so much. One more piece of his own madness, probably, falling in love with someone like Bjorn.
“Can we eat first?” Rekker needed to prepare himself for going into the snow. How he hated the cold but the chin leaning on his shoulder and the bright smile would make him endure hell... until hell freezes over? Rekker’s thoughts had him laughing. “Go get dressed. You’ll take longer than I will to cook and change.”
He’s not surprised to see Bjorn stick out his tongue at him like a spoiled child. The childishness was part of the Swede’s charm in the guitarist’s eyes even if it drove everyone else to frustration. “Go! Before I change my mind.”
“You’re such a grouch.” Bjorn scolded but gave him a hug before shuffling back to the bedroom. On the bright side, Rekker thought to himself watching the Swede walk away, he was going to get a chance to throw him in the snow. That was definitely worth enduring the cold for and he wondered if his partner would get as mad about ruined clothes as he did when Rekker threw him in the water.