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Gift for a Friend (For Erik Ivarsson) NSFW

It had been a few days since they had been busy playing on stage. However, in all of his wisdom, Tom had set aside nearly a week for the bands to hang out in California. The Angels had gone out together for the afternoon, something all the bands did despite partners across the bands. The family, the band itself, needed time to hang with their own, like hanging out with brothers or sisters instead of a partner, it was important. That made this the perfect time for his plan. He had spent hours on this and eventually he came banging on Erik's door in the hotel, nearly ten at night, bottle of wine and a glass in hand.

"Erik!?" He called when the door wasn't answered right away.

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"I can't understand you." Robert speaks barely between pants and laughter. He has no clue what his lover is saying but the body language says enough with the way he's arching ans moaning. A particularly hard tug on his hair gets and gasped cry from Robert, in surprise and it felt good. Everything about this felt good.

The Brit is vocal too and soon louder as the younger man starts riding him faster. He has nails and is suddenly using them grabbing at Erik's waist and leaving red marks as he pulls him more roughly into his thrusts. The muscle so tight around his cock that he arches up off the couch while wondering what he was thinking putting this off so long.

Erik raked his nails down Robert's fuzzy chest, arching up into those powerful thrusts from beneath, moaning loud and long, crying out in pleasure as he felt that large cock nudge against his prostate. Fuck, he was close!

"Ngh---oh, I forget you can't understand me. You are so hot like this---oh!"

The Swede nuzzled into Robert's neck and kissed just beneath his jaw, gasping and panting hard as he rode the older man. His dreams all coming true in the heat of passionate sex with the man he admired most. His black hair plastered to his forehead with sweat as his body began trembling with the effort and exertion of the fuck. His balls aching with release that would soon come.

"Stroke me, Robert. Ah!---I want it."

Those nails got a loud cry from the Brit as they raked down his chest, adding to the already building pleasure.

"You feel good." Robert whispered between breaths pulled to pants by the Swede's lips across his neck. He needed this, the contact and affection, more than he had imagined until it happened. Now, it was all he could think about. His curls are out of control, a mess and in his face. Erik trembling under his touch gets another moan before Robert slips his hand between them to wrap it firmly around Erik's cock. With how hard the younger man is riding there's not much work to stroking his lover but it's hot as hell. He has to bite his lip and moan loudly to hold back. The Swede is so tight it's been hard not to get off too quickly and he's all for pushing his lover over the edge so he can stop holding back.

"Oh---I can't!---"

The Swede hissed in pleasure and then arched up and screamed loudly as he came hard all over Robert's abdomen and fuzzy chest. His cock spurting thick hot ropes of cum as his lips then crashed against his lover's in a rough, heated kiss. Erik was in heaven. Riding out his orgasm, whilst continuing to bounce against the Brit's large cock. Oh, it felt so good!

"Robert..."

It was all he could pant out as he nuzzled into the driver's neck and gasped, moaning loudly.

Robert grabbed on to Erik while crushing him farther into that kiss, pressing in and opening his mouth to his lover. His other hand slipping free of Erik's cock to grab on to his hips. Feeling his lover orgasm Robert starts to pound into the younger Swede riding him, pushing himself at a crazy pace to get off. It's only a few wild thrusts before Robert shoves Erik down onto his cock filling him with a moan so loud that he has to beak off of the kiss to let it out.

Panting, he wraps his arms around the guitarist, stroking his back as he tries to catch his breath. Covered in sweat and his curls damp and sticking to his face and chest. "Hell..."

It's all he can say between breaths. This was such a bad idea but as the guitarist starts gasping against his neck he can't help wanting more. He'd gone way too long with out touch.

As soon as Erik felt the gush of hot cum fill his ass he let out a lewd cry of pleasure and bit down softly onto Robert's shoulder. There would surely be a mark and the Swede was out of his mind on lust, craving those sounds spilling from Robert's lips. He had wanted this for weeks and now he was getting it. Fingers once more threading into the Brit's hair, Erik sighed and pressed little kisses along his lover's neck.

"You feel amazing inside of me."

Still panting, Erik could feel his pulse still racing as he shifted on Robert's lap just loving being filled even with the now limp cock. Everything about the man was sexual and hot and the Swede just groaned softly and let his head lay on his lover's shoulder.

Robert moaned and wriggled a little under Erik, stretching like one might when they first wake up. All he wanted was to lay there touching his lover while he came down, no matter what he thought about it being a bad idea. That was too late now.

"I need coffee." Robert could feel the throb in his head from the wine starting to seep in past the pleasure. "And something more comfortable than this couch."

Still, he isn't very eager to move anywhere or get Erik off of him. When the guitarist laid his head down, Robert started stroking his hair, taking a few deep breaths to try and calm his breathing and pulse.

The Swede didn't want to move either as he groaned a little and then finally slipped off Robert's limp cock, gently massaging the Brit's chest hair with his fingers. It was so fuzzy and soft under his touch he loved it.

"Coffee? Yes. How about we have coffee in bed and lay around touching each other?"

This sounded a good idea as Erik was still sat in the Brit's lap but now straddling his thighs, kissing Robert's soft chest and sighing. His own hair was damp and messy but he didn't care. He'd just been fucked by the man he had wanted for so long. The scent between them one of sex, sweat and various shampoo oils and lube.

"You even smell so good."

Erik inhaling Robert's masculine scent, sighing slowly.

Robert let out a soft breathy moan at the fingers moving across the chest. Even more than sex Robert craved touch, everywhere. The slow sensual caresses between them were getting close to getting him going again, maybe if his head wasn't pounding so much.

"We could." Robert is back to being relaxed and feeling the warmth of the sun and the guitarist and the heat between them isn't helping him want to move from where he's laying. Erik gets him laughing.

"You were smelling my hair last night." He remembered how they got here now that the sleep and lust were clearing away. It felt good to have a lover for the moment but the flighty desire to send Erik away was there in the back of his mind too.

That breathy moan was music to Erik's ears as he lightly touched over Robert's nipples but only for a brief moment. The lust beginning to fade from the guitarist now that his breathing had calmed and he was more awake. He definitely needed coffee though but touching Robert sounded even better right now.

"I can't help it. It's smells so good and it tickles my nose."

Giggling, Erik then nuzzled into those curls once more and sighed in pleasure. He loved it. The Swede genuinely loved burying himself into the Brit's hair. Was this normal? Other people did it surely. Billy for one with Rik. Robert's hair was fucking sex. Erik's fingers just touched over the outline of his lover's jaw as he then kissed Robert's nose playfully.

The touch got the Brit groaning, almost grumbling with pleasure, before yawning and stretching a little more.

"I need to brush it." Robert laughs while pushing some of his curls out of his eyes. This felt good even through the worry of what was happening. He pushed it aside to enjoy his company. Purring out a moan, Robert turned and pulled Erik into a slow, lusty kiss. He could go again easily enough if the guitarist wanted it, though maybe not on the couch since it wasn't the most comfortable.

"Why don't you get up?"

Erik got up and then walked towards Robert's bed, glancing behind and offering a cheeky smile and a stuck out tongue. He was quite a young man at heart and liked to be playful in the bedroom with his lovers, the Brit being no exception. He was having fun and enjoying every moment he could spend with the driver.

"I could help brush your hair if you like?"

The words just tumbled out of the Swede's mouth before his brain had time to engage. He just wanted to touch the man's hair. It was his fetish and the thought of brushing it was too much of a temptation. Laying down on the bed the guitarist waited for his older lover to join him.

"We could lay here together while I tease those knots out of your hair."

Robert laughed, good natured, at the boyishness. What else could he do as he slowly sat up and pulled on his shirt. He didn't mind being naked with a lover but not if he was going to the kitchen to make coffee.

"Have you ever brushed curly hair?" It was a different experience than brushing straight. He stood and went to the kitchenette to start a pot of coffee. They were going to need it, or rather he needed it for his headache. Robert had drank way too much wine the night before. It will be a few minutes before he comes in.

"Are you hungry?" He called it out before thinking while setting the coffee pot. He could face palm as he realized the response might have nothing to do with food, maybe that too was too much time around Aarne.

That got the Swede giggling. Oh, he was hungry alright for one thing only; Robert's body. He pushed his hair back and watched the older man go into the kitchenette to make some coffee. Was he thirsty? Perhaps. He had worked up quite a sweat with the fuck just now.

"I'm hungry for that fat cock of yours."

Getting up, Erik walked up to Robert and gently massaged over the man's cock, gently feeling it's size even limp. How he wanted to swallow it whilst it was stiff and hard. Pressing a kiss to Robert's jaw, the Swede sighed in pleasure.

"Would you allow me to suck it? Hunter says sausage is a good source of food for breakfast."

Robert laughed when he felt the Swede come up behind him. Luckily he was done pouring the water into the coffee maker and starting it. The touch up under the tails of his shirt got a moan before he turned around just in time to get a kiss.

"Can I have some coffee first?" He leans in and pulls Erik into a kiss. Though nervous about what he's getting into Robert yearns for closeness and can't readily pull away once it is started. The kiss is slow, across the lips and jaw. The more primal lust of breaking down before fully awake had dissipated and left Robert's more natural, seductive pace to take over.

"Of course. I would not deny you your drink. Perhaps I will have some too but after I suck you since my mouth might be too hot then."

Smiling coyly, Erik leaned into the sensual kiss as he wrapped both arms around the Brit, holding onto him. It felt so perfect. What was this they were getting in? Whatever it was Erik didn't want it to stop. Shivering slightly when he felt Robert's lips across his jaw, the Swede sighed in pleasure. He was going to let the driver have his coffee first though so broke off to slide back onto the bed, still naked.

"You still smell nice."

Lighting up a smoke, Erik laid in bed waiting for Robert to join him.

There was a joke in there about his mouth always being hot but Robert kept quiet. They were into something but certainly not there yet in Robert's mind. What were they getting into? He watched Erik walk into the other room and felt it as a pulse skip in his body.

Turning around with a grin, he pulled down two mugs and filled them then headed for the bathroom. One he left on the nightstand as he walked toward the bathroom, glancing at the man in the bed. The other he took with him, sipping from it as he stepped into the other room. He set it on the sink side and turned on the shower before pulling off his shirt and tossing it into the corner of the bath. He wondered how long with would be before the Swede appeared in the bathroom too.

If Robert did open his mouth about Erik having a hot mouth for sucking down big cocks then they'd both never hear the end of it. The Swede finished his smoke and then noticed Robert walking towards the bathroom but leaving Erik's coffee mug on the nightstand first. Oh? Did he need to take a shower or bath? The guitarist instantly got up to follow the older man out of curiosity.

"Robert?"

Not even taking a sip of his drink yet since he was too interested in where the driver was now heading. A bath? That sounded hot. Then, Erik noticed the shower being turned on as he heard the jets. Pushing the door to a little, he peeked in with his usual boyish smile.

"Mind if I join you?"

Robert was starting to step into the shower when Erik came in which caused him to laugh.

"I'm surprised I got this far before you were in here." He's amused and slipped behind the shower curtain. The water felt good because his back was sore from that terrible couch.

"Are you coming or are you going to stay in the doorway." He's full of humor as he steps into the jets to wet his hair. No doubt the young man would be in at any moment.

"I wasn't sure where you were going. But now I know where you are...."

Erik moved quickly as he stepped into the shower, taking in the hot sight of a naked Robert underneath those jets. Gods, he looked even hotter wet. That hair too---it got the guitarist panting a little, as he was now in the cubicle up close with Robert. Being close was what he wanted and didn't want to spend it any other way now.

"Let me wash it for you."

Picking up the shampoo bottle, the Swede squirted some out in his palm and rubbed them together, kissing Robert on the cheek mischievously before gently sliding both hands into his wet hair.

Robert raised a curious brow at the Swede wondering at first what it referred to, though the shampoo bottle cleared that up.

Stepping out of the water, and toward the guitarist, he shook some of the water out of his curls before the hands were in them. No matter what his mind was saying the touch felt so good he moaned. The driver slid his hands across the wet skin at Erik's waist, pulling him in and kissing him while the younger man worked the shampoo into his hair. Everything right now was erotic, sensual and Robert pressed into Erik.

A small gasp slipped from the Swede's lips as he was pulled against the older man. His whole body tingling from the hot jets and now rubbing up against that fuzzy hair of Robert's abs and chest. It all felt so good and it was erotic as hell.

"Oh---"

The guitarist leant into the kiss, hands still massaging into those wet curls, lathering and cleaning, whilst Erik moaned into the kiss, feeling his loins stir once more. He wanted to do things to the older man in the shower. Dirty things. The Swede began grinding up against Robert gently whilst nibbling down his lover's jaw, and massaging his hair. He was getting turned on beyond belief.

Robert pressed back into Erik careful though that neither of them slipped. Torn between pulling them back into the water and pushing Erik into the wall, Robert didn't move, only stroked his lover's back. The kiss has his head tipping back and his cock hardening from the massaging of his scalp. He'd been avoiding this and now he didn't want to stop.

He leaned back a little more to rinse his curls, hands sliding down farther to grab the guitarists ass. He shook his curls under the water, enjoying all the skin against his. Another moan and he brought his head out of the jets of water, giving the guitarist a gentle push with his hips to try and put the young man against the wall.

The ass grab got Erik moaning even louder as he could feel his cock harden even more now jutting up against his abdomen. His breathing quickening as he nipped playfully at Robert's jaw and then his collarbone, panting slightly. The gentle push against the slick cool tiles had Erik gasping and pulling Robert towards him; his arms wrapped around the Brit's waist.

"Du är så het. Även i duschen. You are so hot----even in the shower. Mmm---I want you."

The Swede arched into the older man's touch, keen to be taken against the wall. The display of dominance turned Erik on as he rubbed his stiff cock against his lover's thigh. The guitarist's hands caressing down Robert's own ass, giving his buttocks a squeeze.

"In here?" Robert asks with a boyishly bad grin. He doesn't linger though and starts kissing Erik at the ear and then down onto his neck and shoulder, soft lips against wet skin.

There's no stopping his hips and the way they rock slowly to slid his cock between the guitarist's thighs. He wants more of Erik and has thrown all his misgivings out the window. His breath is already coming fast and shallow as he kisses up the front of Erik's neck, hands sliding over his wet hips and Robert's wet curls sticking to both of them.

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