"Vars is punk trash. Viktor is more angry, broody trash. You reckon he's in love with Viktor? It's so hard to tell with them fighting each other all the time. Crazy fucking punks."

Billy grinned and stroked some of Rik's hair above his eyeline. All he could think about now was sneaking into the Dane's room to be with him. A sneaky move but one Rik would appreciate none the less. Fuck everyone else.

"You bet I'm going to undress you, smukke. I'll fuck you into the mattress and pull your hair."

A coy glance and Billy was then leaning into Rik, kissing his chin.