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]

Erik was well and truly spent as well as fucked out. He nuzzled Robert's chest hair with his face and felt some tickle his nose causing him to giggle. How he loved just laying on his Brit teddy bear like this. Groaning softly the Swede kissed his lover's jaw and sighed.

"You are beautiful too, sötnos. You fuck like a king and are so warm and fuzzy."

The guitarist yawned and then laid his head down on Robert's chest, feeling himself begin to fall asleep. He couldn't keep awake not after being fucked twice and the lure of sleeping on the Brit was too good.

"You wore me out. I want to sleep on you."

[thisisgroundcontrol]

"Secret agent, chef.... King?" Robert laughed giddily at his own thoughts. "You're going to give me an ego."

He teases quietly though, his eyes are pulling closed from exhaustion as his body comes down. The yawn causing him to yawn as well. Fumbling a little, Robert pulled the sheet up over both of them. His limbs floundering slightly, worn out from all the sex.

"It feels good." His hands wander lazily over Erik's back and up into his hair. Everything feels good even if his muscles are aching.