Brother's Breakfast.
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rage_rekkerFor Casual Affection prompt 21. laughing at their jokes
Martyn looked up from his tea and had to fight the laughter so he didn't choke. “You look like hell.”
Rekker snarled and pushed his hair back as he slumped down at the table. There was glitter smudged across his chest and blood on his shoulders from the claw marks. He was exhausted but dragged himself out of bed because he promised Robert they would all get together for breakfast today. Of course, this was the night Bjorn wouldn't let him sleep at a reasonable hour. The ginger slumped over with his forehead on his crossed arms because he just wanted to go back to sleep.
“Aww baby had too much last night.” Martyn made a kissy sound at his baby brother.
Rekker shoved his brother spilling tea on Martyn's leg. The oldest Sterling stifling the cry of pain from the hot tea on his jeans if only not to wake Erik in the other room. “”Jealous your baby boy can't go all night?”
Robert snorted a laugh as he put down a huge mug of coffee next to the guitarist. “Stop being a bastard.”
Rekker peered up from under his wild hair to scowl at the middle Sterling who was sitting down across the round dining table. “Excuse me for not having sunshine coming out of my ass like you.”
Martyn gave up and set his tea on the table as he started to laugh. Two incidents with his tea were enough for the moment. Rekker didn't even move to drink his coffee and Robert thought the sight was cute in a way. Of course, there was a quiche baking in the oven but it wasn't done yet so they were all sitting and talking.
The silence dragged on for awhile before Martyn picked up his tea and spoke quietly to Robert. Rekker wasn't quite snoring but the rasp of breath from his face buried in his arm was enough to get the oldest speaking.
“How has he been since the last ER trip?” Martyn ask quietly.
“Better...”
Robert was cut off by Rekker's grumbling. “I'm awake and can fucking hear you. Can't fucking ask me?”
The ginger finally sat up, rubbing his eyes and shoving his curls back. He really did look like hell with the dark circles under his eyes. “I've been fucking fine. You old bastards just don't fuck hard enough to get scratched up anymore.” The youngest Brit trailed off into mumble swearing and grouching as he pulled the coffee cup closer.
“Well, if I have to look and sound like this in the morning I'm better off not.” Martyn jabbed at Rekker again but got a stern look from Robert over it. No one needed to rile the baby up.
“You're going to need your girly tart boy to make up your neck or people are going to think you got attacked by a toothless vampire. Fucker.” Rekker had a few sips of his coffee and laid his head back down on the table. Robert was covering his mouth to hold in the laughter. It had been so long since he saw these two together and absolutely nothing had changed, or maybe it was funnier now that neither of them gave a damned what others thought.
“What about these?” Martyn poked at the scratches on Rekker's shoulder that were stained with beads of dry blood.
The ginger hissed from the sting since they were still fresh. Damned if Bjorn wasn't still awake when he dragged himself out of bed this morning and nearly made him late to this.
“What about them?” Rekker pushed himself up to stare at Martyn with narrowed eyes that were far too sleepy to look threatening. “Jealous I got some this morning and you didn't” Was it even morning? Rekker couldn't tell since he hadn't had much sleep, more of a cat nap until the others started falling asleep and leaving Bjorn bored.
Robert didn't say a word but he keep swallowing laughter that threatened to escape. “I'm going to check on the food.”
Rekker watched his brother stand and shook his head. “You're quiet this morning.”
Robert stopped and shrugged. “I've always preferred quiet mornings.”
“And loud nights?” Martyn called after him. “That crazy drummer and the blondes were laughing about you in here with sex toys or something. They were too bloody wasted to follow.”
Rekker started to laugh now as his head sank back to the table. “They told me you got handcuffs. Who wore them?”
Robert appeared a moment later with the plate and quiche. “No one. Maybe you want them so you can get pinned down baby ginger.”
Martyn got wide-eyed while sipping his tea. Those words he hadn't heard in decades. A tease that Robert used to use when Rekker was a toddler. He was the baby ginger, always would be. “We know.”
Rekker made a little effort to raise his hand out of his hair and give them both the finger for the comment. “Maybe Martyn wants you to drive him around for another sex romp?”
Robert scowled at Martyn who looked away. They weren't exactly angry at each other but Robert made his displeasure well known over the incident with Tordis. While the two older brothers lingered in the stare down Rekker pushed himself up again to get a plate and a huge piece of quiche. He was starving now that he smelled food. He couldn't even recall when he ate last, hours ago for sure.
Martyn started to serve himself too once he saw Rekker shoveling food into his mouth. They knew what this meant. They better eat their share before Rekker devoured everything. It was going to be one of those days with their baby brother.
“You're not pissed with Rekker.” Martyn tried to deflect the comment in the moment. What else could he do?
“For what?” Rekker asked while picking up his coffee. “I drive myself for that.”
Martyn paused and put down the bite he was about to take. “You can't have sex and drive.”
Rekker stopped eating, too. “Not everyone is as good as I am.”
He clenched his teeth against the giggles when he saw the shocked look on the oldest's face. Martyn instantly looked to Robert.
“I don't know all of it.” Robert finally getting himself a plate of food. “Something about a desert race and a naked Swede in his lap.”
Rekker grinned like a fox in a henhouse. “Ollie's exaggerating because he fucking lost with his Swede in the passenger seat.”
Martyn finally coming around. “What the hell were you doing? Trying to die?” The shock was there and the worry. It wouldn't be the first time Rekker did some incredibly stupid stunt.
“No.” Rekker shook his head. “I was living, you dumb fuck.” The ginger was downing his coffee and waking up fast. Soon the two older Sterlings were going to have their hands full after winding the ginger up. This was just a start of the teasing that was going to happen this morning.
Martyn looked up from his tea and had to fight the laughter so he didn't choke. “You look like hell.”
Rekker snarled and pushed his hair back as he slumped down at the table. There was glitter smudged across his chest and blood on his shoulders from the claw marks. He was exhausted but dragged himself out of bed because he promised Robert they would all get together for breakfast today. Of course, this was the night Bjorn wouldn't let him sleep at a reasonable hour. The ginger slumped over with his forehead on his crossed arms because he just wanted to go back to sleep.
“Aww baby had too much last night.” Martyn made a kissy sound at his baby brother.
Rekker shoved his brother spilling tea on Martyn's leg. The oldest Sterling stifling the cry of pain from the hot tea on his jeans if only not to wake Erik in the other room. “”Jealous your baby boy can't go all night?”
Robert snorted a laugh as he put down a huge mug of coffee next to the guitarist. “Stop being a bastard.”
Rekker peered up from under his wild hair to scowl at the middle Sterling who was sitting down across the round dining table. “Excuse me for not having sunshine coming out of my ass like you.”
Martyn gave up and set his tea on the table as he started to laugh. Two incidents with his tea were enough for the moment. Rekker didn't even move to drink his coffee and Robert thought the sight was cute in a way. Of course, there was a quiche baking in the oven but it wasn't done yet so they were all sitting and talking.
The silence dragged on for awhile before Martyn picked up his tea and spoke quietly to Robert. Rekker wasn't quite snoring but the rasp of breath from his face buried in his arm was enough to get the oldest speaking.
“How has he been since the last ER trip?” Martyn ask quietly.
“Better...”
Robert was cut off by Rekker's grumbling. “I'm awake and can fucking hear you. Can't fucking ask me?”
The ginger finally sat up, rubbing his eyes and shoving his curls back. He really did look like hell with the dark circles under his eyes. “I've been fucking fine. You old bastards just don't fuck hard enough to get scratched up anymore.” The youngest Brit trailed off into mumble swearing and grouching as he pulled the coffee cup closer.
“Well, if I have to look and sound like this in the morning I'm better off not.” Martyn jabbed at Rekker again but got a stern look from Robert over it. No one needed to rile the baby up.
“You're going to need your girly tart boy to make up your neck or people are going to think you got attacked by a toothless vampire. Fucker.” Rekker had a few sips of his coffee and laid his head back down on the table. Robert was covering his mouth to hold in the laughter. It had been so long since he saw these two together and absolutely nothing had changed, or maybe it was funnier now that neither of them gave a damned what others thought.
“What about these?” Martyn poked at the scratches on Rekker's shoulder that were stained with beads of dry blood.
The ginger hissed from the sting since they were still fresh. Damned if Bjorn wasn't still awake when he dragged himself out of bed this morning and nearly made him late to this.
“What about them?” Rekker pushed himself up to stare at Martyn with narrowed eyes that were far too sleepy to look threatening. “Jealous I got some this morning and you didn't” Was it even morning? Rekker couldn't tell since he hadn't had much sleep, more of a cat nap until the others started falling asleep and leaving Bjorn bored.
Robert didn't say a word but he keep swallowing laughter that threatened to escape. “I'm going to check on the food.”
Rekker watched his brother stand and shook his head. “You're quiet this morning.”
Robert stopped and shrugged. “I've always preferred quiet mornings.”
“And loud nights?” Martyn called after him. “That crazy drummer and the blondes were laughing about you in here with sex toys or something. They were too bloody wasted to follow.”
Rekker started to laugh now as his head sank back to the table. “They told me you got handcuffs. Who wore them?”
Robert appeared a moment later with the plate and quiche. “No one. Maybe you want them so you can get pinned down baby ginger.”
Martyn got wide-eyed while sipping his tea. Those words he hadn't heard in decades. A tease that Robert used to use when Rekker was a toddler. He was the baby ginger, always would be. “We know.”
Rekker made a little effort to raise his hand out of his hair and give them both the finger for the comment. “Maybe Martyn wants you to drive him around for another sex romp?”
Robert scowled at Martyn who looked away. They weren't exactly angry at each other but Robert made his displeasure well known over the incident with Tordis. While the two older brothers lingered in the stare down Rekker pushed himself up again to get a plate and a huge piece of quiche. He was starving now that he smelled food. He couldn't even recall when he ate last, hours ago for sure.
Martyn started to serve himself too once he saw Rekker shoveling food into his mouth. They knew what this meant. They better eat their share before Rekker devoured everything. It was going to be one of those days with their baby brother.
“You're not pissed with Rekker.” Martyn tried to deflect the comment in the moment. What else could he do?
“For what?” Rekker asked while picking up his coffee. “I drive myself for that.”
Martyn paused and put down the bite he was about to take. “You can't have sex and drive.”
Rekker stopped eating, too. “Not everyone is as good as I am.”
He clenched his teeth against the giggles when he saw the shocked look on the oldest's face. Martyn instantly looked to Robert.
“I don't know all of it.” Robert finally getting himself a plate of food. “Something about a desert race and a naked Swede in his lap.”
Rekker grinned like a fox in a henhouse. “Ollie's exaggerating because he fucking lost with his Swede in the passenger seat.”
Martyn finally coming around. “What the hell were you doing? Trying to die?” The shock was there and the worry. It wouldn't be the first time Rekker did some incredibly stupid stunt.
“No.” Rekker shook his head. “I was living, you dumb fuck.” The ginger was downing his coffee and waking up fast. Soon the two older Sterlings were going to have their hands full after winding the ginger up. This was just a start of the teasing that was going to happen this morning.
