Derek "Rekker" Sterling (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rage_rekker) wrote2022-08-14 04:31 pm
rage_rekker) wrote2022-08-14 04:31 pm
Opportunities
For Writer's Month Day 10: Kiss
Rekker was glad to hear that Blixt got a few offers to play in the area while they were on the west coast even if it meant a week apart. Vegas, San Diego, San Francisco, and a few others. It was good exposure though he missed the singer desperately. Turning from his thoughts he had thrown himself into practice with the band and writing a few new songs. Hexed was apparently getting back together and talking of a new album. Rekker had dreamed about this in the time they had been retired, semi-retired. Whatever it had been they had been doing the past few years.
He wasn't exactly dirty, he'd showered and changed, but without the singer there his beard had started to grow in. He didn't mind it and there was no one to remind him to shave. He hated razors anyway, even the electric ones. Despite missing Bjorn he had fallen so much into work that he lost track of the days. It was the same without Bjorn's chaos. He got up, worked at home, went to practice, came home, ate and then worked again until he got tired.
He was in the studio when he noticed Crusher dash towrd the front door, her nails clattering and skidding on the wood floor. His first thought was Devon but as he stepped out of the studio he notied the sound of clacking, heavy heels.
“Bjorn.”
He barely got the words out before he was side swipped by the singer coming at him out of the bedroom. The kiss was welcome and Rekker wrapped his arms around the blonde.
“How were the shows?” Rekker asked his excitable partner who was screaming, as usual.
“Babe! What the fuck is that.”
Rekker scrunched his brows in confusion. He had no idea what the Swede was screaming about.
“Ewww. We have to get rid of it.”
“Get rid of what?” Rekker asked because he wasn't following along, though Bjorn often left him feeling this way. Not knowing what was going on he kissed the singer's neck and nuzzled there, something he always did.
Bjorn squirmed away screaming something in Swedish that was too much for Rekker's limited grasp of the language.
“I'm shaving it off.” Bjorn stomped off toward the bathroom. Obviously having a tantrum as he kept screaming about hating it.
Rekker finally realized what the problem was. “Fuck! It's just a beard.” The ginger laughing as he walked toward the bathroom, wondering if he should give in or continue to torment his partner just a little longer.
Note: replies include swearing and sexual content.
Rekker was glad to hear that Blixt got a few offers to play in the area while they were on the west coast even if it meant a week apart. Vegas, San Diego, San Francisco, and a few others. It was good exposure though he missed the singer desperately. Turning from his thoughts he had thrown himself into practice with the band and writing a few new songs. Hexed was apparently getting back together and talking of a new album. Rekker had dreamed about this in the time they had been retired, semi-retired. Whatever it had been they had been doing the past few years.
He wasn't exactly dirty, he'd showered and changed, but without the singer there his beard had started to grow in. He didn't mind it and there was no one to remind him to shave. He hated razors anyway, even the electric ones. Despite missing Bjorn he had fallen so much into work that he lost track of the days. It was the same without Bjorn's chaos. He got up, worked at home, went to practice, came home, ate and then worked again until he got tired.
He was in the studio when he noticed Crusher dash towrd the front door, her nails clattering and skidding on the wood floor. His first thought was Devon but as he stepped out of the studio he notied the sound of clacking, heavy heels.
“Bjorn.”
He barely got the words out before he was side swipped by the singer coming at him out of the bedroom. The kiss was welcome and Rekker wrapped his arms around the blonde.
“How were the shows?” Rekker asked his excitable partner who was screaming, as usual.
“Babe! What the fuck is that.”
Rekker scrunched his brows in confusion. He had no idea what the Swede was screaming about.
“Ewww. We have to get rid of it.”
“Get rid of what?” Rekker asked because he wasn't following along, though Bjorn often left him feeling this way. Not knowing what was going on he kissed the singer's neck and nuzzled there, something he always did.
Bjorn squirmed away screaming something in Swedish that was too much for Rekker's limited grasp of the language.
“I'm shaving it off.” Bjorn stomped off toward the bathroom. Obviously having a tantrum as he kept screaming about hating it.
Rekker finally realized what the problem was. “Fuck! It's just a beard.” The ginger laughing as he walked toward the bathroom, wondering if he should give in or continue to torment his partner just a little longer.
Note: replies include swearing and sexual content.
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"I'm shaving it off, babe. It's fucking gross and I don't like it."
How long had the ginger gone? A week? Enough time for a fucking ginger bush to grow on his face.
"Five minutes you've gone without me and you've let yourself go."
The blond huffed and was in full blown bitchy tantrum mode.
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Rekker was not laughing and teasing the Swede. It was pretty funny to watch him lose his mind over something this simple.
"I haven't let myself go." As soon as Bjorn was close Rekker grabbed him and rubbed all the scruff into Bjorn's neck. He was going to harass him until the bitchiness was too much to handle. "What if I want to keep it?"
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Bjorn just making a face, screwing up his face now being grabbed into all that scruff. No! It had to come off. Now. The Swede shoving Rekker away, scowling and pushing the razor up to the man's face.
"I'll be upset and not like it that's what! Don't be a fucking cockhead."
The Swede crossed his arms and looked so pissed off it was hilarious.
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Rekker was trying to sound mad but Bjorn's behavior almost had him laughing.
"You're already upset." Rekker shook his head and grabbed Bjorn to give him a kiss. He had to torment the Swede a little bit. "What do I get if I let you shave it off?"
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Bjorn now pointing a finger at Rekker's beard scruff just hating all of it. He didn't mind the body hair below the Brit's face but this? Just no. The Swede squealed a little at the kiss and did enjoy the closeness but not the scratching sensation against his smooth skin. Stubble, ew.
"How about you get a mind-blowing blow job?"
Of course.
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Rekker crossed his arms to mimic Bjorn's bitchy stance. He can't resist laughing now. "Won't I get one of those anyway? I know you missed me."
He slid his hands down around to cup Bjorn's ass. He knew he was driving Bjorn crazy right now but it was all in fun. He would eventually let him shave it off.
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Bjorn just stared at Rekker poking the Brit in the guts with his finger. The man could be so infuriating at times but the trashy Swede couldn't be angry for long. Had he missed him? Of course he had.
"Maybe. If you're going to be a shithead then no. You missed my ass too, bastard."
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Truth was Rekker didn't care one way or the other about facial hair. He laughed at the Swede and pulled him in closer.
"I missed more than just your ass." Rekker turned to flirting and kissed Bjorn's cheek. "Alright, you bitch, you can shave me."
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Bjorn stuck his tongue out then gave Rekker the finger, still in tantrum mode. He hated men with facial hair and had hounded Hans about being scruffy when they were young boys living together.
"Oh yeah? Tell me what you missed, you ginger bastard."
The Swede reaching around to slap Rekker's ass, giggling and then switching on the razor with a flick of the button. It made a low humming noise as Bjorn began to glide it over the Brit's face.
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Rekker was now laughing and bit Bjorn's tongue gently when he stuck it out. He was about to answer that question when the razor started up. The Brit pulling away and pushing his hair back.
"Wait. Let me pull my hair back." Rekker sometimes got as bad as Bjorn when it came to his hair. After his hair was out of the way he slapped Bjorn's ass then let him go back to shaving. "I missed your bitching, and bothering me in the shower every time I get in, harassing me while I'm trying to work or practice."
He was teasing but it turned serious and a little sad. Rekker had been ignoring things somewhat to try and ignore that Bjorn wasn't around, the ache that it caused in his life. "I missed waking up with you buried in my hair. The house was too quiet."
A week without someone screaming as soon as they walked in. Rekker had to fight a lot to avoid cutting while the Swede was gone but he didn't mention that to anyone at all.