elijahrebel | Surprise Visit

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Surprise Visit

Eli had a few weeks off work and found out, on the sly, that his sister's band was stuck in L.A. Of course, it was because of the other crazy ginger in the band. It did mean Hexed was stuck in L.A. and the tour hadn't started yet. Devon was the one that gave him the address of the apartments where the musicians were staying while Rekker's incident was sorted out. Eli knew 'incident' meant the ginger had a glorious loss of temper control. While he liked Rekker, he also treated him like a wild animal. The man was likely to bite.

Of course, he pulled up in the lot without warning his sister he was coming at all. Driving did leave him exhausted and he's as eager to see Dee as he is to get a good night of rest. Sleeping in his car the night before didn't put him in the best mood but it's been way too long since he saw his big sister. Both of their busy lives kept them apart for far too long.

He didn't see Dee but he was excited to see Rekker, oblivious, getting something out of the trunk of his car. Eli couldn't resist sneaking out of his car and coming up to slap the ginger hard on the ass. He knew to step back and dodge the Brit after years of harassing him. Rekker rolled his eyes and let our a breath when he saw who it was. Surprised it wasn't Bjorn but also not surprised to see Dee's little brother standing there.

"Come on!" Eli jested. "You're getting older but not uglier."

Rekker let out another breath as he slung the bag on his shoulder and closed the trunk. "Fucking stop."

The younger man leaned into the Brit giggling. "Do you got another blonde that keeps you on a leash?"

"I'm not on anyone's damned leash." Rekker started walking toward the apartment building with Eli catching up easily.

"You're so grouchy. I know you've got someone." Eli put his palm on the door so Rekker couldn't open it. "Or are you like this because you haven't had anyone to suck the bastard out of you lately?"

Rekker yanked the door open. "He'll kick your fucking ass for saying shit like that."

Eli was about to say something, paused while processing what Rekker said, then started to cackle with laughter. "Did Devon and I finally get to you?"

"No." Rekker snapped as he headed for the elevator.

"You know you like us." Eli blossomed into a huge, teasing grin.

"It's not my fault if you get slapped in the face talking like this." Rekker could only imagine Bjorn's reaction as he stepped into the elevator, Eli following and standing way too close for comfort.

"You don't scare me, you devil." Eli winked at him and Rekker wondered what he did to deserve this. He was carrying too much to stop the arm snaking around his waist and Eli leaning into his bicep. Rekker wasn't one to pray but he was praying as the elevator came to a stop and the door started to open. He prayed to everything in the universe that someone other than Bjorn, anyone other than Bjorn was standing in the hallway.

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Eli didn't mind that Ragnar took his keys. Dee did it too.

"That's why I'm going to sit here a minute and sover up." He leaned the seat back a little and rubbed his eyes. He didn't feel that drunk but he did notice tingling in his fingers from all the booze

Ragnar wasn't giving Eli the keys back anytime soon because the American was too drunk to drive. They could wreck and the Swede didn't want to be part of that nor be the cause of Dee's brother to be injured.

"Yes, that's a good idea, darling. I'm in no rush because I want to be with you."

This was the truth as he gently stroked Eli's arm.

"Oh.." Eli started to laugh and looked over at the Swede in the passenger seat. "You're using this as an excuse to flirt more?"

Not that he minded. Honestly, drunk the touch felt good.

"Perhaps. What do you think, bad boy?"

Ragnar was giggling, drunk himself but not as far gone as Eli. Still, it was nice sitting here in the car with the boy so close to him. The Swede gently bopped Eli on the nose softly with his fingertip where his ring was and winked playfully. That nose ring was so cute and made the man look even more like a rebel.

"I'm inside a car with a handsome rebel."

"What the hell was that for?" Eli swatted the Swede's hand away.

"Don't go thinking you can tug on it." Eli was serious through the drunkenness because that could hurt. After swatting the hand Eli gave Ragnar a gentle swat on the cheek too.

"Just being playful because I like your nose ring, darling."

Ragnar wouldn't ever pull on it because he knew that could hurt. He was just bopping the man on the nose to make light of things since Eli was down in the dumps. The Swede was happily drunk with rosy red cheeks and wanted to get closer to the American.

"I won't tug on anything unless you want me to."

The guitarist licking his lips. Both his brothers were trashy whores, especially Hjalmar, with Tordis being more a slutty tart. Ragnar was a prissy flirt who could become a whore after a few drinks.

Eli had devolved into giggles that he couldn't control too much.

"What do you want to tug on?" Eli looked over still laughing, red in the cheeks from all the booze.

"What would you like me to tug on? I'm good with guitar strings but those are meant to be plucked and not tugged."

Ragnar liked playing this game of flirting whilst being dirty at the same time. At least Eli was laughing now and forgetting about all the assholes who left him out to dry like a piece of mouldy garbage. Oh, this could get filthy very quickly.

"Don't be shy, darling."

"Why don't you find out?" Eli leaned over and gave Ragnar's hair another tug. "I know what you like tugged on."

He remembered that little squeak from in the restaurant. It sounded like Ragnar liked a good hair tug.

The prissy Swede let out another small squeak and then a girlish giggle because Eli tugging on his hair felt good, better than he thought it would. The rebel wanted to find out? Then, Ragnar would show him.

"Ooh, naughty."

Ragnar offering a sultry gaze whilst slowly sliding a hand up Eli's thigh, just shy of his crotch, whilst moving close to nip at the man's earlobe.

That hand was a little more forward than Eli was expecting but not unwelcome.

"You are." Eli fell into another fit of giggles from the nip. His hand was still in Ragnar's hair from the tug, so he grabbed it and pulled him in for a kiss.

Ragnar leant into the kiss and gently traced his fingers down Eli's neck, moving in to tug on some of the American's long hair, seeing if he liked having his hair pulled too. It was sexy because he could smell Eli's musky scent and he liked it.

"I am?"

Acting coy, Ragnar then licked a line up Eli's neck and giggled.

"You're very naughty pulling on my hair." Eli didn't mind gentle pulling but his mind was on something else. He shifted around and got Ragnar's bag, wrapped the strap a few times around the rearview mirror and left it hanging there.

"I didn't want him to get hurt." Eli mentioned as he sat back in the seat again and pulled the Swede in for another kiss. Somewhere in Eli's mind he thought about the poor mouse in the bag getting squished in whatever drunken nonsense was about to go down.

Ragnar looked up at the mirror where the bag was now wrapped around and was grateful for Eli thinking of his little mouse, not that he'd forget about Albin. It was more he was about to take his bag off after another few kisses.

"Thank you. Albin will be safe up there in between my brushes and make-up."

He'd likely be asleep inside the make-up bag all nice and warm. Moving back to the American, Ragnar kissed the man on the lips and then squeezed his thigh.

Eli let out a ragged breath from that thigh grab. He pulled at Ragnar, hand sliding down his thigh and to his ass, if he can reach it. It's been awhile since Eli had anyone in bed and he was too wasted to care that they were in a parking lot somewhere where they might get caught.

"No problem." Eli was starting to feel his breath shallow from the touch to his inner thigh. "If you want more than a kiss, we'll have to get in the back. There's not enough room up here."

"Alright, rebel boy."

Ragnar winked as he climbed into the back of the car, offering his ass and wiggling it slightly giggling as he did so. He was drunk and now wanting to get closer and intimate with Eli. Albin was safe inside his make-up bag now hanging on the mirror.

"Coming to get me?"

Eli laughed and leaned up. Though the Swede didn't make it into the back without a slap on the ass. The American couldn't help himself. He leaned the seat up and slid it forward to get a little more space in the backseat before climbing into the back. He almost fell into the back because he's uncoordinated from drinking.

"Do you like to get dirty in back seats?" Eli asked as he got himself upright in the backseat and started sliding his hand up the Swede's thigh. The tight silken fabric felt nice.

"I've not had sex in the back of many cars before, no. This might be my first time doing so since usually I prefer the softness of silken sheets."

They were in a parking lot outside a restaurant but at least the windows of the car were darkened so no one could see in well. Ragnar's breath hitched a little when Eli slid his hand up his thigh.

"Do you like my pants? They are the best silk."

"It's fun." Eli mentioned as he leaned in to kiss Ragnar's neck. He was too drunk to think about anything outside the car.

"Maybe what's under them is softer." Eli's pulling at the Swede because what is better to do while he sobers up.

"I'll take your word for it, darling."

Ragnar giggled at the neck kiss and then gasped slightly, thrusting his hands into Eli's hair, pulling on that mass of dark hair. The American was trashed but surely he'd be sober enough to fuck? If not then the Swede would assist.

"Maybe what's under them is harder than what you expect."

The Swede winked and then playfully wrapped both his legs around Eli's body as he laid down, pulling the man on top of him.

"You can tell me later."

Eli moaned from the tug on his hair. He might or might not be sober enough but he was damned well going to try to fuck this Swede senseless.

"I know what's under mine is." Eli couldn't make that sound seductive because he's laughing from the Swede pulling him down on top of him. Eli was half hard though from how fast things were going. He slid a palm down Ragnar's thigh and grinned down at the Swede.

"You should take them off."

"Oh, I will. Once I've been fucked senseless by you."

Ragnar bit onto Eli's earlobe once more and moaned when he felt the older man's hard crotch rub against his own. They were both wearing far too many clothes and that just wouldn't do at all. The Swede kissing Eli's lips before breaking off and then pulling on the man's shirt.

"How about we both strip and get naked? Then, it'll be much easier."

"IS that what you like?"

He's not exactly surprised that Ragnar likes it a bit rough but he can't quite place why it makes sense either. Eli slid back onto his knees, kneeling on the floor to give Ragnar some space. He pulled off his shirt and tossed it on the driver's seat. He's tanned and lean, athletic but not overly muscled.

Shirt off he reached over and started pulling Ragnar's pants open but his hands aren't working as well as they should.

Ragnar pulled off his pink feather boa and then unbuttoned his silken pink shirt, placing his behind him revealing a pale complexion but an athletic and lithe build. He had guitarist's arms and a slight tone to his abdomen. Then, he noticed Eli strip and felt his heart rate shoot up because the man's body was sexy.

"You've got a hot body, darling."

The Swede didn't expect any less as he helped assist Eli in getting his silken pants off. The man was drunk so Ragnar would help.

Eli wanted to lean in and kiss Ragnar's chest but ended up almost falling on him and then started laughing again.

"So do you." Eli leaned up and kissed the Swede before getting up again to take off the Swede's shoes.

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