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."