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.
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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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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.