"I asked if you were going to take care of me, you sexet britisk oprør." Any pet names the Dane was going to leave Billy hanging on. He could figure those out if he wanted.

Rik sat down on the bed and pulled off his dirty shirt. There were already ugly bruises forming around his midsection where Viktor had used his shoulder to knock him down. He probably would have bruises on his ass from that fall now that he thought about it. It was enough to make him laugh as he took the ice for his lip to get the swelling down.

"My ass is too bruised to have you kissing on it." Rik winked from behind the bad of ice. The cheering up was doing him good.