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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"Yes, I am. Who told you?"

Ragnar giggled a little and licked a line around his wine glass just because he could. Both of his brothers often said that he was the prissy flirty diva out of the family. He loved this of course. The Swede was getting drunk too and could feel his pulse quicken a little at the prospect of eventually getting closer to Eli.

"Your nose ring is very cute, darling."

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"You did." Eli grinned and leaned into the Swede while drinking from his glass.

"Cute?" That had him laughing. "I don't think anyone has ever called it cute."

"Oh, perhaps I did. Am I getting that drunk already? Dear me."

Ragnar giggled girlishly and leaned in closer to Eli, feeling their legs touch. The boy was so adorable with his cute little nose chain and the Swede couldn't help but compliment him on it.

"No? Well, clearly you haven't met the right boy. It is cute and so are you."

The glam singer sipped his wine whilst keeping his gaze upon the American.

Eli is drinking fast, way too fast maybe. He wants to get so trashed he can't think because that is the only thing that feels like it will help.

"I did meet the right boy. He just couldn't be bothered with me because I'm not a loud mouthed whore like everyone else he fucks." Eli's hurting and the booze might be numbing his feelings but it is also loosening his mouth about what is going on. "Fucking bastard."

Ragnar probably doesn't want to hear this but Eli can't help it. The pain needs out somehow. It's too intense to bottle up.

Ragnar didn't say anything because he could see the hurt coming off the American. It seems Eli's last boyfriend was a complete bastard and the Swede frowned, clearly upset at what he was hearing.

"I'm sorry. He sounds a complete fucking bastard."

Sipping more wine slowly, Ragnar just wondered what shit Eli had been through to cause such anger. He was a rugged rogue of a man; a maverick and the Swede was falling for him fast.

"Just let it all out if you want, darling. I don't mind. We're here to enjoy ourselves and fuck the world what everyone else thinks."

"You tell me." Eli downed the entire glass of wine and started filling it back up. "You saw him earlier."

Eli was talking about Rekker. True, he hadn't been as forward with the Brit as he should have been but part of that was feeling like he wasn't attractive enough or feminine enough for the ginger to want anything from him that would be stable. It didn't mean he wasn't drowning in emotions and regret knowing that Rekker was getting married now.

"This shit can't be enjoyable for you." Eli started shutting himself down, bottling up what he was feeling so he didn't burden anyone with is problems. He instantly turned the attention from himself. "Do you like the wine?"

Ragnar's eyes went a little wide at that admission. He'd seen him earlier?---

"Oh fuck---Rekker? He?---"

The Swede didn't want to insult the ginger but just hearing how hurt Eli was it didn't bode well with the glam singer. He really seemed hurt over the breakdown of their relationship, whatever that was.

"I'm alright, darling. Just enjoying being with you as it should be. Talking and being ourselves. The wine is delightful."

Ragnar pressed a kiss to Eli's cheek and giggled.

"Yeah." Eli sighed heavily. "I'm enough to mess around with but not a fucking girly bitch, not worth shit to him."

Eli is bitter but once he's a little more sober it might turn to something else, regret or guilt. He was hurting but he'd come around after awhile.

"I'm not the best company." He can't help but feel down. Even so, the kiss gets the briefest smile. "It looks like the food is coming."

"I don't want to be with anyone else this evening, just you."

Ragnar wondered if his words were any comfort for the poor man but he had to try. This was there first "date" drinking wine together out in a bar. The Swede was going to make the most of it either way.

"Oh good. Perhaps being filled up might help."

There was a dirty connotation in the trashy singer's words and wondered if Eli caught on.

It's unlikely anything will comfort Eli right now. He needs to ride out these emotions but having some drinks and not being alone is for the best.

He didn't catch the connotations but his mind isn't really focused. "I don't think I've eaten today."

He's still drinking heavily and food was probably the best. That doesn't mean he would ignore any outright flirting. He was had been enjoying that before his mind latched on to the negative again.

"Perhaps you should eat, darling. We don't want you being sick on an empty stomach."

Ragnar cared and didn't want to see the American spiralling down into some drunken stupor feeling like shit without eating. The Swede would indeed share in eating if Eli was going to order something. He couldn't help but stroke the other man's arm, wanting to comfort him, if that was even possible right now.

"Even tough, sexy boys need to eat."

"That's why I ordered food." And there was a lot on the table. He didn't really feel like eating right now though. The touch felt nice though and it got a flicker of a smile as Eli set down his wine glass.

"You're not eating either." He turned the question around on Ragnar.

"I know and it'll taste good."

Ragnar wanted their meal together to be special after seeing Eli so upset just a few moments earlier in the car together. Seeing a new man with your love interest was never easy, especially if said man was loud and emotional like Bjorn was.

"Oh, I will eat, darling. Have no fear of that."

The prissy Swede offering a cheeky wink and took a sip of wine.

"Well, try it." Eli motioned toward all the Latin food on the table. There were a lot of things but Eli started with the empanadas while still drinking wine far faster than he should. There was also fish, guacamole with chips, rotisserie chicken, calamari and shrimp with chili flakes.

Eli laughed at the man beside him. "Do you always flirt this much?"

"Very well, let me try this new food. It smells delightful."

Ragnar now putting things onto his plate and wondering what they'd taste like. The fish and chicken smelt good and so did the seafood. Calamari was something the Swede enjoyed back home.

"I love calamari and nearly all seafood. The chili flakes look enticing but I won't go overboard in case they are overly hot."

The guitarist being rather particular about the spicy side of food.

Eli didn't realize how hungry he was until he started eating. It had been at least a day since he ate, maybe longer.

"The shrimp are spicy." Eli loved the hot chili and lime on the grilled shrimp. It was definitely one of his favorites.

"They are? Well, I'll go easy on those because the last thing I want is a burnt mouth."

Ragnar was prissy in a lot of things he did so carefully picked up some shrimp and put a little of the chilli flakes onto it. He bit into it and could taste the hotness on his tongue.

"Mm--this is good. Here, darling."

The Swede picking up a shrimp on his fork and putting it near Eli's mouth.

"Some of the others are too." But not as much as the shrimp. Eli gorged on these everytime he was in LA which wasn't nearly enough.

He could only shake his head at the offered food but laughed and took a bit if the shrimp anyway. "You should squeeze lime on them first. It cute the heat and makes them taste better."

Eli motioned toward the lime wedges on the plate with the shrimp.

"Well then, I'll have to be told by the expert here then, won't I?"

Ragnar offering a wink at the American because he knew this area and this type of food whereas the Swede had no idea. He popped another shrimp into his mouth but this time squeezing some of the lime on it before eating. Oh yes, it did taste different, less hot and more bearable.

"Thank you for your food expertise, Eli. It did taste better this time with the lime."

The guitarist picked up another lime and squeezed it all over his shrimp and then squeaked a little because some went into his eye. Fuck! Ow---it hurt!

"Ow--my eye. Some lime---"

Ragnar grabbing a napkin and dabbing at the corner of his eye where he felt the lime shoot into it.

"Just try all of it." Eli smirked and was now starting to get really drunk. He was ordering another bottle of wine for the two of them and refilling Ragnar's glass too.

Then Ragnar was squealing in pain. Eli panicked a little because he was drunk and couldn't tell what was happening at first. "Oh. Maybe the bathroom?"

Eli would point it out since they were sitting rather close to the ones that opened to the patio.

"Yes---just give me a moment please, darling."

Ragnar didn't want to make a scene in front of everyone else at the restaurant so quickly grabbed his bag and hurried to the nearest bathroom and began putting his eye under the cold tap. It seemed to flush out the lime juice which burned. Fuck! It didn't help that he also had mascara and eyeliner on too which was being mixed around by the juice. Once he'd cleaned his eye out he wiped them with a towel.

"Fuck. What a way to start a date."

The Swede blinked a little in the mirror then made sure all the juice was gone before re-applying his eye make-up carefully so he could go back out. The prissy guitarist always liked to look his best no matter what. Coming back out, Ragnar offered a reassuring smile to Eli and sat back down.

"I'm fine, darling."

Eli was worried when he saw how red the guitarist's eye was getting. Hopefully water or something would help.

While Ragnar was away, Eli got him a frilly cocktail made with champagne to cheer him up when he returned. "I got you something."

He moved the drink over in front of the guitarist and went back to drinking his glass of wine.

"Oh, a frilly cocktail just for me? You shouldn't have! It's adorable and let me see how it tastes."

Ragnar giggling girlishly as he sipped on it, loving the bubbles hitting his tongue. Eli was such a cute boy. The Swede leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek, blushing a little at the cute gesture.

"You're a very sweet boy."

This was the truth.

Eli's smile faded when he felt the kiss on his cheek. It made him feel way too many things and he's far too drunk now to contain this kind of emotional tidal wave. He wanted it to be Rekker and at the same time was so mad at the Brit and he just wanted contact because his heartached so much more than he was letting on.

All of those thoughts passed Ina second, before Ragnar even pulled away. Eli turned just in time to catch a kiss, or really just a brush of his lips on the Swede's. Far beyond everything else, Eli was just hurting that Rekker never noticed him and the wasted time here and there was weighing on him and he felt really lonely all the sudden. The heavy drinking he was doing certainly wasn't helping any of his thoughts either.

Ragnar felt Eli kiss him on the lips just briefly but it was still an attempt at a full mouth kiss and that was what mattered. It meant the American had interest in him even through his drunken state.

"Thank you."

The words hopefully getting through to Eli because Ragnar could still see how upset he was over the whole thing with Rekker. The Swede putting some more food onto his plate and hoping that Eli wouldn't get too depressed through the amount of booze he was drinking.

"Now, back to my food and I shall be more careful with the lime."

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