Aarne "The Eagle" Järvinen (
suomi_thunder) wrote2021-08-20 02:34 pm
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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.
"Erik!?" He called when the door wasn't answered right away.
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"All day." Robert kissed him and used his body weight to keep the younger man pinned. Erik had opened the floodgates because it had been so long since he'd had anyone that he's out of his mind and the likelihood of either of them leaving the room in the next few hours was very low.
It took some maneuvering to find the right position and height for them to start fucking. He might need a little help from Erik. Most of Robert's lovers hadn't wanted to get this wild, not that he minded at all.
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"All day? Oh yes----I want this, so much. I want you."
Erik held onto Robert and then managed to shift so that the older man could gain easy access from underneath while they fucked. A soft gasp left the guitarist's lips, as he opened his legs wider while holding onto Robert for support. He pressed a kiss to Robert's forehead and was panting softly, feeling his cock sway heavily between his legs.
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He got a hand under Erik's ass to help support him as he pushed the younger man open, groaning as he slipped in easier than the first time. Then he grabbed Erik's arms, sliding his hands to the wrists and pinning them one handed to the tile as he started to thrust. Erik felt good but it was only better knowing how desperate the Swede was to be taken.
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Erik knew he was sounding more like a trashy whore but he couldn't help it. He wanted his fluffy Brit and now Robert was pinning both his wrists to the cold tiled wall of the shower. Oh god---it was so hot. Moaning loudly when he felt that big, stiff cock slide up inside of him he arched up and clamped his anal muscles around it.
"Oh! Åt helvete, ja!"
Swearing in his mother tongue, Erik looked down at his lover in all his naked, wet glory through heavy-lidded eyes.
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"Oh--Robert---fuck me---yes---harder!"
He wanted it. The Swede closed his eyes and allowed Robert to fuck him senseless; his wrists still pinned to the cold tile wall as he was being fucked.
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Erik wasn't the only one getting senseless. The older Brit let his forehead fall into Erik's shoulder while panting moans escaped his lips as he pounded the younger man as hard as this position would allow. He's getting louder groaning from the effort and the tightness of his lover threatening to already drive him to orgasm.
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"Ah!---oh!---Fuck, don't stop."
The Swede loving every dirty sound that slipped from Robert's lips as they fucked. Erik's head lolling back against the tiles; his mouth open in pure ecstasy as he screamed out cries of pleasure, unable to control himself. He could feel the muscles in his thighs clench and his ball sac throb. He was close.
"You---are....so fucking hot! Ah!----"
A pull on those wet curls and Erik was making a wailing sound as he felt Robert's cock nudge his sweet spot inside, causing spasms of pleasure to wash over him. So close now.
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That pull on his hair had Robert crying in ecstasy, arching back and ramming that sweet spot. He needed Erik to get off as he starts to tremble from exertion and pleasure.
"Are you going to get louder for me?" Robert asks before crushing their lips back together, pulling his own hair in the process because he forgot Erik's grip on his curls. That got another moan, low and lewd.
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"Robert!----"
It was all he could scream out as he came hard, spurting hot cum up his lover's fuzzy chest and getting some in that wet hair. It was fucking hot. Arching up and thrusting, Erik nearly fell, but managed to hold onto his lover, eyes rolling back in his head as his mouth opened wide.
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Burying his face in Erik's neck, body weight pressing hard into the guitarist, he grabbed on to the Swede so he didn't fall. That scream though gets a few more rough pounds from the Brit before he's emptying himself in his lover again. The whole mourning has him so wound up tight inside. Panting he kisses up to Erik's ear, lazily and shaking slightly from the orgasm and exertion.
"Fucking hell! I want you." Robert's nowhere near done with the younger man. The bed was sounding good though, to lay out with him and just touch until one of them wanted more.
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The Swede's eyes were closed and his mind gone as he muttered under his breath in a hoarse voice. His language defaulting back to his own as he had been well and truly fucked senseless. He loved it. Eyes opening slowly, he focused back on the man before him as he wrapped both arms around the Brit's shoulders, kissing him hot and hungry. His ass ached but that hot rush of cum felt so good inside.
"I---I want you too."
The guitarist giggled and then nipped at Robert's ear playfully, feeling all that hair tickle his nose.
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"In the bed?" Robert is hoping to lay down and do something a bit less energetic for awhile. Though he was ignoring it, the hungover and headache feeling is still there. Merely forgotten in the heat of sex but now coming back worse than before. He groans quietly; both in pleasure from the body against him but also in pain from his head pounding. It doesn't stop him from running his fingers all down Erik's sides to his hips. The wet skin felt like heaven.
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Erik kissed Robert softly on the lips and gently caressed his own hands down the sides of the Brit's hips. He felt so good and looked so fucking hot. Stepping out of the shower, the Swede offered a playful wink and then took Robert's hand in his, pulling on it gently.
"Let's get to the bed. We can relax a bit."
The guitarist was aching but in a good way that only a fuck could do. Robert was probably sore from his hangover too. The Swede's eyes gazing over the hot, wet naked body of his Brit.
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"Go. I'll be in, in a minute." Robert still had soap in his hair and wanted to rinse down and calm down a little. He could feel the ache returning to his shoulders but for a completely different reason this time, a more pleasant reason.
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"Kallt kaffe. Vad som än händer härnäst. Du --- den så jag dricker."
He held up the now empty cup to the bathroom door where Robert was behind and smiled. Moving up on the bed he laid out and opened his robe up teasingly so that the Brit would have a nice view of Erik's legs, crotch and chest when he came out. Lighting up a smoke he exhaled above his head and sighed. Was he in love? Oh yes.
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The spread of the Swede in his bed brought him to a stop, even the towel stopped moving as his gaze traveled over the sprawled guitarist. One side of his lips curled up into a smile, devious and pleased, before he went back to work on his hair.
He sat on the edge of the bed casting a smile back at Erik in his bed. He'd been too busy trying to keep Erik at arms length for weeks to notice that he was attractive in a boyish sort of way.
"I don't understand Swedish. We're you talking to me when I was still in the bathroom?" He couldn't be sure and honestly had no idea what was said. Tossing the towel on the floor he turned to face Erik, one knee folded on the bed ant he other leg still on the floor. The twisting opened the top of the robe enough to show a good section of the Brit's chest but he was still messing around with his hair, trying to fluff and arrange the curls.
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Erik got up to get closer to Robert, gently sliding a hand down his face, tickling at his ear gently with his fingertips. Oh, that hair. Perhaps the older man needed some skilled guitarist's fingers to help him brush it and arrange his curls the way he liked it? The temptation was overwhelming.
"Can I brush your hair? I'd like to help."
The Swede wanting to brush it and touch it some more.
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"When it's dry." He reached out and touched Erik's chest, the touch light and sensual, before leaning in and pressing a kiss to his lips. Touch was so important to Robert that he indulged in it as much as he could right now. The touch to his ear doesn't tickle but it does cause him to shiver.
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Erik tickled under Robert's chin and sighed, just taking in the sight of the older man. Nodding, he sat back on the bed and picked up his smoke, exhaling the stream above his head. Once Robert's hair was dry the guitarist couldn't wait to start brushing through it. The very thought sent shivers of pleasure through him.
"Does your hair always take so much work?"
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Another sigh and he addresses the other question at least. "Yes, it takes a lot of time."
He can't sit still there and stands up to go look out the window at the morning city. Why was this so hard for them? Everyone else paired off easily and Robert wrapped his arms around himself, blaming his own expectations for the issues. It was easy to blame himself and try to ignore it.
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"I mean there is no rush to learn my language. It was just a thought is all."
Feeling slightly awkward, Erik wondered if he should follow Robert to the window and comfort him. What would Hunter say to him right now? Or Aarne? They had more experience with this sort of thing, didn't they? The young Swede felt out of his depth at times trying to date an older man but he didn't want to give up. His heart wouldn't let him.
"Do you want me to make us a hot cup of coffee? My last cup was cold because I left to join you in the shower."
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He thought about more coffee and shook his head, damp curls bobbing. "I don't but there pot in the kitchen if you want more."
He probably didn't need more coffee making him more jittery. The words for his feelings, the push and pull of his own internal environment, that weren't coming to him or he might try to explain.
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Erik was trying to cheer up the man who seemed distant. Had the intimacy between them somehow made him think what he was doing? The Swede pushed away any ill thoughts and got up to make himself a hot cup of coffee. Coming back into the room he sat on the edge of the bed sipping from his mug and watching the Brit. He wanted to ask if Robert wanted to come to the bed to cuddle but that would be presumptuous.
"You get a good view out from your balcony here. I bet you see for miles."
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Robert listened to Erik stepping out and tried to settle himself. There was a conflict that he couldn't resolve internally. The push and pull of wanting closeness and then panic as soon as anything was said or done to imply more than casual contact.
"The buildings block some of it but you can see the LA strip from here." His voice was calm, wondering if the guitarist would come join him.
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