Gift for a Friend (For Erik Ivarsson) NSFW

[suomi_thunder]

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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[rockandroll_swede]

"Both my brother and me were are both open and have been brought up to be by our parents. Some people are narrow-minded and have picked on our family because of my parent's career choices and Hunter's choice of lifestyle. Both my parents are in the Swedish film industry and they have acted in adult films. Other narrow minded knullhuvuden they think we are all perverts and Hunter is a gay pimp. It is wrong."

Erik's cheeky expression dipped into one of sadness but he didn't want to dampen the mood so gently massaged Robert's scalp while changing topics.

"If Aarne burst in while I was in the shower I would throw the soap at him and tell him to get out! Whatever next."

The Swede laughed and was loving his private time with Robert so far. The lust was still there but was now being pushed aside for the romantic option. The spending time with the man you admired option and what an option it was.

"Can I give you a massage, Robert?"

[thisisgroundcontrol]

"People will always have something negative to say." Robert mentions honestly. "When the verbal turns physical, that's the problem. Not many know it but I drive you all around armed in case someone comes at us like they have Ziggy."

Not many, except Vars and Damien who also walked around like one man arsenals, knew Robert carried a gun at all times.

"Do you really think he'd listen?" Robert can't help laughing more. "At least he didn't have Joe with him that morning."

The hands felt good enough to get a sigh from the Brit but he shrugged at the question. "I might fall asleep. I've been drinking for hours and it's late."

And he was still jetlagged from changing coasts too.

[rockandroll_swede]

"Hunter has been attacked in the street before when he was with his last lover, Hans. It wasn't good. The strain took it's toll on Hans and he nearly killed himself."

Erik shook his head and sighed. The things some people did against others was just evil. The hatred would always be there but it was up to the person to rise up against it. The guitarist believing that those low lives should end up in a prison cell.

"No, he probably wouldn't listen. I do love Aarne though like a younger brother."

This was true enough. A crazy younger brother. At Robert's words the Swede smiled fondly and gently squeezed the Brit's arm. Would it be so bad to cuddle in that mass of hair while he slept? No, not at all.

"We could fall asleep together? I mean----if you wanted me to massage your scalp and chest that is. I've been told by past lovers that my guitarist's hands soothe them."

[thisisgroundcontrol]

Robert doesn't reply but the mention of suicide has him looking out the windows, uncomfortable in his skin suddenly. "Tom dealt with hell when he came home. He's always been scrappy like my brother but he takes no shit now. Even the punks give him room."

There were many ways to deal with traumatic situations. Robert had gone more the way of Hans and didn't want to think about it.

"He's a sweet kid with a heart as big as his mouth." It was meant with love but true. The Fin was giving, always.

Robert shifted to look up at the guitarist with a soft laugh. "Was that a backhanded attempt to get into my bed?"

He's not as put off by Erik's advances as he was the first time Aarne put them in the same roo.; part of that was drink but most of it was the time they had spent together. The word lover gets a raised brow. "I'm comfortable here."

If Erik wanted to continue as he was that was fine but the rest cause Robert to feel unsure.

[rockandroll_swede]

"What? Oh no, I just meant---well, I just want to make you feel comfortable and offer a Swedish massage."

Erik shot a look of innocence because he didn't want Robert getting the wrong idea. He would do the massage here on the couch and not in the bed because he knew him and the Brit weren't that close yet. But, at least Robert wasn't saying no outright. There was hope yet.

"Of course. Here is fine too. I meant past acquaintances not just lovers. People that were close friends too. I've even given Hunter a massage when he came off staging aching after a back to back performance with the Hammers."

His fingers delving into Robert's curls a few more times before he let go as to let the man get comfy into whatever position suited him. Would he also remove his shirt? Erik hoped so and that thought alone sent a spark of arousal to his loins.

[thisisgroundcontrol]

The panic got the Brit laughing again. Everyone knew the Swede was after him and it was sweetly funny how Erik tried to play off anytime he got caught. There's undeniable charm to it.

Robert eventually sighs and gives up a little. "Driving kills the shoulders." Tension and siting so long for sure. There's a long reluctance to answer, agree or move. Eventually he unvuttons his cuffs ans sits up to take off his dress shirt. It can't harm much. The worst that could happen was he would fall asleep on his company.

[rockandroll_swede]

"Oh, I bet it does. You poor thing gripping that wheel all day so we can all ride around to our destinations. You deserve this."

Erik clicked the bones in his fingers just as he would if he were about to practice for hours on end with his guitar. It was a habit he never grew out of even when his brother kept moaning at him about getting arthritis early in his joints. Erik told Hunter he didn't know shit because he didn't play guitar.

"Get comfortable, Robert. Then, I'll give you a nice massage."

This was like one of Erik's dreams coming true.

[thisisgroundcontrol]

Robert sits with his shirt unbuttoned staring for a long time at nothing before he pulls it off. There's a reason he wears long sleeves all the time. His right forearm has several ragged scars across the area down near the wrist but the left arm is worse. One long scar right down the center from elbow to wrist, dots from stitches scars down either side. Robert had slit his wrists when he thought Tom died and it was his fault. The left arm had nearly been his end but he doesn't mention them. Doesn't want to draw attention to them. The gunshot scars are clear too, one on the back and the exit wound at the front of his abdomen.

He just lays back down on his stomach, arms folded under his head in silence. His scars disturbed him and he never talked to anyone about them except Derek who had done the same to himself once. Family marks on the brothers, matching suicide scars on the left arm.

[rockandroll_swede]

Erik could feel the excitement build as Robert began removing his shirt. This was it. He was about to see the Brit shirtless and it sent a thrill through the young Swede. But then his bright, cheery face was morphing into one of confusion and worry when he spotted the scars and marks on Robert's body. Were they scars and stitches? Gods---had he been injured terribly? What could do that? One looked like a gunshot wound on his abdomen. Was this when Stardust had been attacked? Had he defended the singer and been shot himself? The Swede's eyes were wide and he swallowed thickly, unable to speak for a moment or two.

"You are beautiful."

He didn't want to mention about the scars because Robert had reason for them being there and they would only serve to dredge up unwanted memories. So, Erik decided to get on with pampering the driver. Surely, there was some oil he could use somewhere.

"Let me find some oil a moment. Don't go anywhere."

Shooting a cheeky glance Erik was moving into the bathroom coming back with some scented oil he had found. Jasmine. It seemed appropriate enough as he began oiling up his hands, still wondering about those horrific scars on his arms and body. The poor man.

[thisisgroundcontrol]

It's good that Erik didn't mention them. It would be a sure method to get him sent away. When no questions came the driver visibly relaxes and even smiles.

"I know. I've seen you staring." Whether or not he wanted the attention he hadnt missed the way Erik stared sometimes, longing and admiring, but Robert is grateful the Swede has chilled some.

He would likely find several oils since Robert delved into aromatherapy; jasmine, pine, woodsy and outdoor scents. Nothing too masculine or feminine but natural. It kept him calm in the cities where he was less comfortable.

"Don't get it in my hair." The oil in his hair would be bad, or at least a pain to get out. He did his best to pull all of it up and away from his shoulders and back.

[rockandroll_swede]

"You have? Well, I can't help it since you are a very distinguished man."

This being an understatement of what Erik really wanted to say about the man before him. Robert was a big fluffy teddy bear but he wasn't going to use these words, not yet. Not until the driver was more comfortable around the young, energetic Swede. Oiling his hands up, the guitarist then moved to straddle Robert's back and was glad he was still relaxed and not tense.

"I will take special care of your hair. Do not worry."

Erik made this a promise too. Did he worship the man's hair? Oh yes. If there was a Norse hair god then Robert would fit the bill perfectly. Watching the Brit pull his hair away from his neck, Erik slid both palms against the older man's back, slowly massaging the back muscles there. He was in good shape of course he was and this pleased the Swede as he sighed in pleasure almost at touching Robert's skin.

[thisisgroundcontrol]

Robert had some very tight spots in his shoulders, enough that it made him wince at certain touches. He rarely had time to pamper himself because he was almost always on call or working. It wasn't to say he didn't take care of himself,, that he did,, but the extras he never got around to. This felt good, simply relaxing completely for once, or as much as he could. There are sighs and quiet groans as muscles loosen. The warmth of the hands, relaxation and scent has the older Brit closing his eyes and feeling sleepy. The young guitarist might actually put him to sleep this way.

[rockandroll_swede]

As Erik massaged Robert he listened out for the subtle cues when certain muscles were stimulated and eased. He slowly bent down and gently kissed the Brit's shoulder blade whilst then replacing his lips with his hand. It was very brief and he doubted if Robert even knew it happened. Oh, how he craved to just grind his half-hard crotch up against the man's ass but he knew that would be inappropriate right now.

"How does it feel?"

The Swede nuzzled into the back of Robert's hair, inhaling the scent of his shampoo before getting back to the massage, pushing his palms along the spine and then down his flanks. The oil gliding along in smooth strokes, almost like he was using paint over a canvas. Drawing or painting this man? That would be another fantasy come true one day.

[thisisgroundcontrol]

Robert is even starting to feel fluttery from the touch and the feeling of Erik rocking to work on his back. He hadn't been with anyone for a long time, a couple years maybe at this point. Slightly drunk and very relaxed, even his body is starting to react but he's also feeling sleepy.

"It feels like you shouldn't stop." He meant the massage but the touch was getting to him in general, not that he was about to admit that. The truth is, the guitarist has him on the verge if falling asleep. If he keeps going Robert might not be awake when he does decide to stop.

[rockandroll_swede]

The rocking motion was near instinctive as Erik moved his palms up and down Robert's back, aiming to soothe the man's shoulders. Those were the ones that needed the most attention due to his driving job. Yet, the Swede couldn't help but imagine lewd scenarios sitting atop Robert's back naked, rubbing his aching stiffness along the Brit's buttocks....

"I won't stop. Du är en så stilig man. You are a handsome man."

The Swedish slipping out casually as he closed his eyes and slightly ground his semi-erection against Robert's lower back but trying not to. It was hard though. The temptation was there but the Swede was trying to behave. Another kiss to his back and Erik massaged just below Robert's shoulder blades.

[thisisgroundcontrol]

Robert definitely isn't noticing since the Swede has more or less put him to sleep. He's a light sleeper but this relaxed and with all the wine he might sleep more deeply. His breathing slowing as he falls asleep on the couch. He's tired and this feels far too good to stay awake.

[rockandroll_swede]

Erik could sense that Robert was falling asleep and this pleased the Swede knowing that his job was done. He'd relaxed the Brit into a peaceful slumber and he found it adorable. Of course now he was getting off the older man's back and going to wash his hands in the bathroom. Now clean of oil, he pulled off his own shirt but left his pants on just in case Robert woke up in the night and assumed Erik had the wrong idea.

The Swede snuggled in beside Robert on the couch close, gently nudging in up to his body, sliding an arm around to get a better position. Smiling to himself, he was glad Aarne had arranged this "surprise" as he slowly closed his eyes, falling asleep himself. If he woke up hard then he'd have to deal with it somehow.

[thisisgroundcontrol]

Robert had his own instincts while sleeping, turning, wrapping his arms around the Swede to pull him to his chest. It was how he laid with all his lover's, not that Erik was one yet, protectively, face tucked into the top of Erik's head. He also got cold and eventually pulled the throw off the couch and over them, still mostly asleep and not registering who was there with him, pinned between his body and the back of the couch. That's where he stayed too, sleeping in and relaxing since no one had wanted anything from him so he had set no alarms to wake up by. Though, once the sun got too high that might wake him if Erik didn't wake first.

[rockandroll_swede]

The night was one of heated dreams and even asleep Erik instintively wrapped his arms around the warm man next to him, groaning in his sleep and talking. Hunter often spoke of just how vocal his younger brother was while sleeping. It was something Erik hardly knew of since he only got told by those who slept beside him. Those strong arms pulling him close got small soft moans as he wiggled and shifted in his sleep.

Soon, the Swede could feel a shift in the temperature of the room as he felt sunlight slip over his face when he moved into another position. Being a morning person, the guitarist's eyes opened slowly and immediately he felt butterflies in his stomach.

He was hard.

His cock was semi-erect and throbbing inside his pants. Goodness! Even half awake the Swede nuzzled into Robert and barely cared that he was aroused at this point. Being next to Robert just felt too good.

[thisisgroundcontrol]

Normally Robert was awake early but the booze and relaxation put him out. That didn't mean the man beside him wiggling around was completely unnoticed.

Robert groaned and instinctively pressed into the nuzzling. He's not really awake but warm and comfortable. He's slowly coming to and long before he's awake pressing into Erik. Whether he's emotionally ready, his body has other ideas and the Brit's waking up horny, wanting without realizing yet who is with him.

[rockandroll_swede]

The warmth Erik was getting off the other man was intoxicating and he craved more contact now nuzzling into those luscious curls. He was in heaven and even through a sleep induced state he was grinding against a toned thigh not realising it. His own body craved the contact since Erik hadn't been with anyone for a while now. A few months at least. Groaning softly the Swede's hands gently moved to caress Robert's curls as he didn't want to move.

"Du mår bra mot mig."

Still not awake, Erik muttered words in his own language, aroused and wanting the older man against him who felt so good.

[thisisgroundcontrol]

The grinding brings Robert awake with a lusty groan. He's startled by who is in his arms, pausing and hesitating. He doesn't want to give the wrong impression but he's ready, near fully erect from the grinding and touching. He knows Erik wants him, has for a long time now.

The gentle touch to his hair hitches his breath and he leans in pressing a kiss to Erik's cheek, nearly on the lips. It's intoxicating and didn't the rockers all just sleep around, would it be the worst to indulge both of them?

[rockandroll_swede]

The kiss to the cheek close to his lips got the guitarist's eyes to snap open, now wide and alert. Was this actually happening? The Brit wanted him? Oh. The Swede felt his heart hammering inside his chest because this was like one of his dreams come true. A fantasy. But, this was real and now all he could do was surrender to what his body needed and craved.

"Mm....Robert."

The younger man leaned into the kiss and slid a hand along Robert's chest; the other pulling his jaw into his hungry lips. Pecking those soft lips gently, Erik gasped and continued to grind his stiffness against the older man's leg.

[thisisgroundcontrol]

Robert wrapped a leg up over Erik's hip, grinding into the push of his soon to be lover's hips. The Brit's touch down Erik's side, gentle like butterfly touches from his fingertips. Though he didn't indulge many lovers over the years any of them would say he was seductive when he touched.

His mind might resist but that gave in as he turned enough to press thier lips together, slowly deepening the kiss.

"Do you still want me?" Robert's panting but he wants to make sure all his rebuffs over the weeks hadn't changed the younger man's mind. It certainly didn't feel like it but he had to check. It felt necessary because Erik was so much younger.

[rockandroll_swede]

Oh. Oh, that felt good. The leg hitching up over his hip caused the Swede to arch into the touch and moan softly, blissfully aware that Robert wanted him now. The grinding felt so good too as he kissed Robert's jaw, peppering kisses down it.

"Oh---I've always wanted you. So much. Ever since I clapped eyes on you all these weeks ago. You are en stor fluffig nallebjörn för mig----a big fluffy teddy bear to me."

The Swede pulled Robert closer with both strong arms, kissing at his neck and suckling at the skin just under his jaw. His hand moving to slide up that chest once more; his long fingers delving into that soft fuzz, revelling the softness of the Brit's chest hair. Gods, it felt so good.

"I want to fuck you---or you fuck me. Just, please----take me, Robert."

The words came out rough and deep, Erik's voice thick with lust as he could feel his now fully erect cock rubbing against the confines of his pants. His skin was on fire and his nipples now peaking as was the soft downy hair on his navel.