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]

Once his wrists were released, Erik delved both hands into Robert's wet curls, massaging them and feeling the soaked strands under his finger tips. It caused him to let out a lewd moan because touching his lover's hair whilst being fucked roughly against the wall felt so good.

"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.

[thisisgroundcontrol]

Robert threw his head back to rub his head into the guitarist's fingers groaning loudly from the touch. The dirtier Erik sounded the harder Robert grabbed on and thrust. He couldn't stop, so close and holding out for his lover.

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.

[rockandroll_swede]

Erik was now being fucked boneless as he couldn't get out any coherent words so just moaned loudly and screamed, crying out every time Robert's cock shoved against his sweet spot. The Swede was making such a noise that it echoed in and around the shower and beyond the four walls of their hotel room. Others would surely hear the couple.

"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.

[thisisgroundcontrol]

At this point Robert isn't much quieter because that perfect angle made the Swede even tighter. He felt hoarse from the cries, roughening his usual sultry voice as he gave in. He's not thinking, can't think, of anything other than the pleasure between the two.

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.

[rockandroll_swede]

"Jag kan inte --- Robert----Jagen älskar dig."

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.

[thisisgroundcontrol]

"What?" Robert starts laughing, giddy from the release of so much sexual tension. He pulled out, slowly letting the Swede find his feet while indulging in the heat of the kiss, but the nip gets a groan.

"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.

[rockandroll_swede]

"Sorry, I forget my tongue. It means I love you."

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.

[thisisgroundcontrol]

This felt so good that there's a flutter of disappointment when the Swede starts to slip away. It gets the biggest grin when his hand is taken, eyes drifting over the guitarist before he leans down to kiss his fingers then tugs just enough to reach his cheek for a kiss.

"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.

[rockandroll_swede]

Erik moved into the bedroom and then grabbed a bathrobe off the door on the way out. Just so that he wasn't dripping water everywhere after being in the shower. Sitting down at the foot of the bed his eyes glanced back to where Robert was finishing off cleaning his hair. That hair. Gods, how he loved it. Noticing his now cold cup of coffee the Swede laughed but drank it anyway since Robert had made it especially.

"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.

[thisisgroundcontrol]

Robert rinsed himself and stepped out of the shower to dry himself after shutting off the water. Quickly drying his body he pulled on his favorite silk robe trimmed in red and decorated in cherries. He tied it loosely, barely closed, and steps out into the bedroom while still drying his hair with the towel.

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.

[rockandroll_swede]

"Perhaps I should teach you my language? Then, it would be easier for both of us. I just said about my cold coffee that I would drink it because you made it."

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.

[thisisgroundcontrol]

"I know a few languages but not Swedish yet." Robert would learn another language out of curiosity let alone it being the language of a lover.

"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.

[rockandroll_swede]

"I would love to teach you. The other Brits are learning their partners' languages. Hunter has told me this."

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?"

[thisisgroundcontrol]

Robert looks at Erik curiously. Is that what the Swede thought? They had slept together once and now they were a couple. His instinct had him pull away and adjust his robe, closing the partially opened tip. He doesn't know how to address his discomfort but turns away from the guitarist in his bed as the discomfort surges back. He hadn't felt it for days but now it was back.

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.

[rockandroll_swede]

Erik felt Robert pull away and then felt a pang of worry coarse through him. Had he said the wrong thing? Was he moving too fast for the Brit? The Swede wasn't sure so just looked down at his feet for a few moments before frowning slightly. Sometimes, it was so hard to gauge what Robert was thinking.

"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."

[thisisgroundcontrol]

"I don't mind learning your language." Robert mentions while glancing over his shoulder from where he stood at the window.

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.

[rockandroll_swede]

"Alright then. I'm sure you will pick it up fast being a bright man."

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."

[thisisgroundcontrol]

"I haven't studied a new language in..." he was going to say years but then stopped when he remembered Ziggy and his mother. "... it has been a few years."

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.

[rockandroll_swede]

"Both myself and my brother were taught English at the school our parents sent us to. It was fee paying as they wanted the best education for us."

Erik was glad his parents cared so much for him and Hunter and it showed they loved their sons very much. Glancing over at the window, he got up and walked over towards Robert, slowly sliding his arms around the older man's waist from behind, resting his chin on the Brit's shoulder. The Swede being only slightly shorter than the driver.

"It's quite a sight. This country really is very different from where I come from. So many lights and noises. The people seem louder and quicker to spend money they do not have."

Ironic words coming from a rock star but true ones.

[thisisgroundcontrol]

"I learned them in the airforce." He had some find memories of spending time with Tom learning languages. At first Tom had a harder time with pronunciation which made for a lot of laughs.

Robert didn't pull away. In fact, he leaned into the embrace with a sigh. The closeness, when spoken brought nervousness, but the act felt good.

"It's different from England too." Especually LA. Rekker had told him a lot about that. As Robert came back to evened out emotions he caressed the hand and forearm around his waist. The Swede did feel good hear with him.

[rockandroll_swede]

"Does this mean you are good with levers and buttons in a cock pit?"

Erik couldn't resist the innuendo and giggled slightly but knew it was a honourable thing serving for your country in the forces. The guitarist just wanted to ease some of the worry out of the Brit. The caresses to his hands and forearms felt nice as he sighed and closed his eyes for a moment or two. Robert smelled nice from the shower.

"You smell nice. I keep saying that, don't I? Mm--but you do."

The Swede caressed Robert's hips with his hands as he stood behind the Brit, enjoying just standing and talking with him.

[thisisgroundcontrol]

Robert laughed. "Tom is the flyby. I spent most of my service as a spy." The happiness that came with the memories has his laughing quietly. "I'm more like James Bond."

That was a joke that Tom had started years ago. Robert let out a sigh at the touch to his hips through the silk robe.

"Derek and I have endured people grabbing our hair to smell it before. I've seen him deck so many people for it."

[rockandroll_swede]

"Ooh, does this mean you have a license to thrill?"

The Swede near collapsing in a giggle heap as he held onto Robert's robe and tried to stifle his laugh. A sexy spy. This got the guitarist sliding a foot up the back of the Brit's calf as he leant in and nibbled on his earlobe slightly.

"My sexy spy. Do you like it shaken and stirred?"

A pang of jealousy crossed Erik's face at the thought of someone else grabbing the Brit's hair. If they tried they'd get a smack from the guitarist who wasn't afraid to use his fists.

[thisisgroundcontrol]

"What do you think?" Robert glanced at the guitarist who was still leaning on his shoulder. He was feeling better again.

Then Robert was laughing again as he rubbed his free hand up the Swede's thigh. "You're the one that was shaking earlier."

Now he is just being devious like a bad school boy while they stand there together.

[rockandroll_swede]

"I think you need to show me how strong you are as a spy. Give it to me straight up."

Erik purred into Robert's ear whilst groaning at the hand running up his thigh. He bit softly on the Brit's ear then licked along the shell teasingly. Gods, he wanted the man so much it was like a drug. Even better than coke. The younger man sliding a hand into the Brit's robe moving down to squeeze that ass.

"Make me shake and scream."