Billy smiled fondly up at his poor beaten up lover, knowing full well that he needed some tender loving care before going to bed to rest. Gently squeezing Rik's hand, he walked to their room and opened the door closing it behind them. Sighing, he then walked towards the mini bar freezer pulling out a bag of ice, gently passing it to Rik, hoping it would be enough for now.
"You can use this for your bruises. There's plenty of ice here. Want me to kiss the bruises on your ass better?"
He wanted to make a light joke to try and cheer his Dane up a little.
"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.
"...Sexet---Britisk opror? Whatever that means, I'm guessing sexy British something?"
He laughed a little and watched as Rik sat down on the bed to remove his shirt. The poor guy revealing the number that Viktor had performed on his lithe body. As much as Billy liked his band leader---sometimes Viktor could be a right fucking blockhead. The whole coke thing should never have happened and the whole hotel knew this by now. The ugly bruises causing the Brit to frown.
"You poor thing. Even your ass is bruised? Let's just get you feeling a bit more comfortable."
Going over to the mini bar, Billy made up a nice cool glass of water for Rik and a small whiskey for himself. Fuck, he needed it after this. Passing the Dane his drink, he sat down and just wanted to be here for his lover.
"Rebel?" Rik starts laughing. "It's more punk or hooligan." If they were to use a UK version of the idea.
Rik was thinking about a shower to get his hair cleaned and just get the dirt and blood off. However, lifting his arms hurt a little. He's not used to fighting at all.
"He tackled me and I went down hard." He nods at the water and drinks carefully. Then sighs and glances at Billy. "Would you mind brushing out my hair? It hurts it lift my arms."
Then, Rik uttered the magic words. Hair brushing. The Brit's blue eyes twinkled with interest and admiration as he smiled fondly. Of course he'd jump at the chance to get to touch that thick, white hair of the Dane's. But first, did he want a bath to get the blood off?
"Did you want to sit in the bath and get washed first? I could sponge you down gently so you don't have to raise your arms or do anything."
It was for non-sexual reasons of course. The man was bruised and in pain and needed some comfort and tender loving care. This, of course, Billy was ready to offer and for reasons out of the goodness of his own heart. That and partly because of what Viktor did to him.
"It's tangled. If it gets wet it will make it worse." Rik didn't even want to think of the knots that would end up in his hair if he got it wet before brushing it.
Despite the pain he glanced slyly at the Brit. "You can bathe me any time you want." That was an open invitation, surely even better when he wasn't half beaten.
"Ok. Brushed then washed. Got it. The things I do for you, smukke."
Billy loved it and Rik knew he did, yet he couldn't help but tease his Dane, just because it caused him to smile. This was love, there was no doubt about it---he was in love with Rik Soeren. This had been evident for some time now but each and everyday brought new waves of emotion over the Brit and his heart fluttered in ways that hadn't happened with his past lovers.
"Let's get your wild mane brushed."
Moving to pick up the hairbrush, Billy sat back down on the bed and gently began teasing through Rik's thick hair gently, using the brush to comb through any tangles. God, he loved the man's hair. So thick and exuberant. He couldn't help but thread a few fingers through it as he brushed with his other hand.
"If you're going to complain I can call Aarne in to brush it for me?" Rik teased back. Aarne would brush his hair for hours too. It was a friendly sort of obsession that had grown out of their early interactions. They were still close and physically touchy though the sexual aspects were out of it unless the Fin was incredibly trashed out of his mind.
Rik expected it to hurt a little here and there due to the tangles but the fingers in his hair were nice. Sipping on his water and holding the ice to his lip he sighed contented at the Brit brushing his hair. It felt good. Better than anyone else doing it and that meant something.
"You should brush my hair more often." The Dane offered because it made him feel tingly and his heart skipped in his chest.
"What? No! I don't want that Fin brushing your hair when I can do it better."
Billy put on a fake pout and began brushing Rik's hair slightly harder, teasing out any knots and tangles as he found them. He knew the Dane was mostly teasing about getting the drummer to brush his hair, yet Billy was finding that he wanted to be the one doing the little things for his man.
"I want to. Hunter might ask why I'm brushing your hair in the dressing room. I'm sure he brushes my brother's hair, so we'd be even."
A soft giggle and Billy lifted some of Rik's lavish hair up to kiss at the nape of his lover's neck. His tongue flicked out softly to tickle the skin gently.
"Are you getting possessive on me again?" Rik teased while gently elbowing the guitarist behind him. It feels good to be wanted like this even if he isn't used to it.
"He's more likely to tease us over it than ask why." Rik laughed and then squealed loudly over the kiss to his neck, wiggling wildly away from the touch. He loved the feeling but the tickle was too much to stay still for.
Billy might be? But, he wouldn't admit that even if he were because he wanted Rik to make his own choices about who he spent his time with. Yet, the Brit loved being around the Dane, just making him laugh and seeing him happy. Being slightly possessive may even be a good thing just wanting to spend more time with the other guitarist, whilst being a tearaway at the same time. Another few brushes of the luxurious hair and Billy was smiling.
"You're probably right, mate. I think he was the one who set our date up back at the bar. Me meeting you sat all alone in your studies."
Hunter set Billy up with Rik so he could get laid. Probably. Of course it was much more than that but the sentiment was there. The Swede cared.
"I don't mind." Rik ran his hand down Billy's back because a kiss seemed like it would be too painful with his busted lip.
Rik was definitely getting attached to the Brit. He wasn't admitting it, even to himself yet, but he felt it.
"I'm sure he did." Rik had no doubt. "He's been talking about trying to find someone for me and I'm pretty sure you're not the first he sent over to talk to me."
"Should I feel special that it was me he used to set a date up with you? That man is wily and clever despite reeking of perfume and wearing more leopard print then a sofa set."
Billy liked Hunter really and he was only teasing since the singer was very kind and loved his brother. Gilly was a much better man when he was with his Swede. The change was almost overnight and Billy was grateful the tarty drummer was being looked after by Hunter as well as Ziggy and the Spiders.
"Good because I want you to be my smukke. No one else's."
A soft caress to the back of Rik's neck with his fingers and Billy was nuzzling into that thick hair.
"I think he was bias from banging your brother." Rik laughed but whatever the reason he was glad for it. The laughing made him wince as he felt the pain in his mouth from those punches.
"That's not how that word works." Rik shook his head. "It means handsome or beautiful. I think you want kæreste or elsker."
The words though give him pause and he stares at Billy quietly for a moment. It makes him nervous but he smiles a little. "Are.. are you saying you want to date exclusively?"
Billy shocked him every time something like this came up; from saying he loved him early on to this. He's not sure how to take how fast they are moving. He wants it but he's also wary of jumping in.
"You think? He's very clever anyway and he knows a good match when he sees one."
It might be because Gilly was his boyfriend but what did it matter? Billy had found his one true love it seemed and was happy. No one else would ever replace Rik now that the Brit had found someone just like him. A man who loved to have fun and embrace life without being too serious.
"kaereste? elsker? Ok, I need to remember those. Yeah, I am. I mean---I love you, Fluffy. I don't really want some other bastard touching that hair of yours or kissing you."
It was an admission Billy was happy to make. He spoke his mind just like his brother since he'd never been shy to say what he thought. Was he moving too fast for the Dane? If so, then he would slow down so Rik could gradually get used to the arrangement. Hopefully, he wouldn't scare the Dane off.
"I hope this isn't too fast for you. Sort of---you won't run away on me will you?"
Every time Billy said he loved him Rik felt faint. It was a mix of fluttering heart because he really liked Billy and panic because it was way too much too fast. Rik sighs and takes Billy's hand before sitting heavily on the bed.
"Stop worrying." He says at first but the looks up at Billy curiously. Billy was way out of his normal behavior when getting involved with someone. "You don't have to think about other people. It takes me a long time to let people even touch me usually. I don't like strangers touching or kissing me."
The Dane is still visibly nervous as he realize it is moving a little too fast but the fear in Billy's eyes make his head shake. "I'm not running away but it might take me longer to say...."
Now Rik is scared that he has said something wrong. His eyes widened and his palm started to sweat. His past causes him to worry so much about doing the wrong thing. "Just..."
He looked down at their hands and bit nervously at his lip. "Well... wait for me. I promise I'll catch up."
The truth is he is feeling confused. His heart pounded every time the Brit was close and felt devastated any time he thought about the fact that they might be separated for months. At the same time, the idea of someone clinging to him this tightly so soon was off putting.
Billy squeezed Rik's hand and nodded slowly. He couldn't help but worry since it was in his very nature from experiences he'd had in the past. Both him and his brother worried a lot about keeping partners and expecting too much of situations. Billy though, he was more worried about losing someone.
"I don't mean to worry it's just---every partner I've ever had has walked out on me. Social pressures and shit like that. I know you won't, it's just---I sometimes can't help worrying."
The Brit gently pressed a kiss to Rik's cheek, careful of his split lip and injuries. He didn't mean to be moving so fast, it was more out of worry than anything that the Dane would slip away from his grasp if he wasn't there with him. Stupid but sometimes love made you think irrational thoughts.
"I'll wait, mate. I promise. Sorry for going so fast I just---need to slow down a little. Going slow is fine with me if it helps you. I want us to be comfortable with whatever this is."
He gently stroked up Rik's thigh, nuzzling into that fluffy hair of his lover's.
Rik took a deep breath and sat quietly for a long time before speaking again. "I've only had one serious partner, I guess, in high school. I had to leave him to get away from my parents. I still talk to him and write when I can."
He hoped Billy wouldn't mind but Ollie had saved his life when he convinced his father to let Rik stay. The Dane didn't want to be his boyfriend any more, the relationship had changed, but they would probably be friends their entire lives.
Rik leaned into Billy and rested his cheek on his head. "I just need time but I don't want to be with anyone else."
"In high school? I can understand that. It's been ages since I've actually allowed myself to get close to anyone since they all left me. The last time I dated anyone was around six months ago or so."
The guy was called Jacob and he was a decent enough bloke who loved music and getting into too much trouble but someone at a club called him queer. That really hurt and after the insult he didn't want to see Billy anymore and broke up. Society really could be a bitch at times.
"Last bloke I dated got called a queer at a nightclub because he held my hand briefly. That was the end of that."
Sighing, Billy didn't want to dwell on anything negative so held Rik close, stroking his cheek. Their relationship was brand new and very special. It meant a lot to Billy and he didn't want to let his Dane go.
Rik laughed nervously and shook his head. "Almost three year since I had anyone long term."
Too many people had experiences like Billy's where someone left because they couldn't hand harsh words. All he could do for the past was to slip his hand into Billy's to give it a squeeze. The Dane took a long time to express love, long after he felt it inside. Looking at the Brit holding him close there's a feeling that he could love him, maybe more than he ever had anyone else since he's only really had his high school boyfriend.
Slowly he brought the other guitarist's hand up and kissed it. "You can hold my hand anytime you want, luvvie."
People could sling names or attack them and he would do it anyway.
Billy could understand it though since he was afraid of falling for someone then having them reject him at the last minute. Some only lasted for a week or so before society got to them. It sucked. At least Rik wanted to stay with him and it wasn't just a temporary thing. He didn't want it to be.
"I want to and I will. Fuck the idiots who want to harass us. I'm in love with you and you're a cute smukke."
The last part had the Brit giggling and nuzzling into Rik's neck, just sighing at the closeness. Hunter did a favour bringing the two together. A smart man indeed.
"I've only had one serious relationship." Rik shrugged because he felt uncomfortable with his inexperience.
Even so, he took Billy's hand and kissed it again as he giggled from the breath on his neck. Then he turned and kissed Billy's lips, ignoring the brief pain in his busted lip.
"I'm your Kort-Luvvie now then? Forever? Is there a word that I can call you aside from smukke? That means something luvvie for you?"
Billy just wondered if there was an even more intimate name he could call his Dane. Smukke was fine but he would definitely pick something more personal if there was such a word. Rik was quite inexperienced which was fine with the Brit since he'd go slow and be patient with him.
"It doesn't matter if you're inexperienced because I'll help you along the way. If there is something you want to do with me all you need to do is ask. Or if you're unsure, just talk to me, mate."
He stroked Rik's cheek carefully and pressed a kiss to the Dane's nose tip. Viktor had really performed a number on the poor guy.
"Maybe?" Rik leaned into him giggling with a pink flush on his cheeks. Rik is starting to fall in love and think about Billy as a permanent fixture in his life. "What would you call me in English? I can tell you the Danish."
That seemed like the best way to pick something though Rik loved smukke. "You can keep smukke. I like being called handsome all the time."
And that only made him blush more. The kiss brought a smile, or as much of one as he could have with a busted lip. "I should get a shower so I can lay down."
"What does the Kort bit mean again? I get the luvvie part."
Billy forgot but he didn't care because it was something special to him and Rik. The whole smukke thing? He wanted to keep that since he liked using it for whenever his Dane was with him. The kiss was welcome, even though he was still wary of Rik's injuries. Gently stroking the Dane's cheek, Billy smiled fondly.
"Want me to help wash you down?"
The chance to be close to Rik in the shower and help him reach places he couldn't? Billy was jumping at that chance.
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Billy smiled fondly up at his poor beaten up lover, knowing full well that he needed some tender loving care before going to bed to rest. Gently squeezing Rik's hand, he walked to their room and opened the door closing it behind them. Sighing, he then walked towards the mini bar freezer pulling out a bag of ice, gently passing it to Rik, hoping it would be enough for now.
"You can use this for your bruises. There's plenty of ice here. Want me to kiss the bruises on your ass better?"
He wanted to make a light joke to try and cheer his Dane up a little.
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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.
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He laughed a little and watched as Rik sat down on the bed to remove his shirt. The poor guy revealing the number that Viktor had performed on his lithe body. As much as Billy liked his band leader---sometimes Viktor could be a right fucking blockhead. The whole coke thing should never have happened and the whole hotel knew this by now. The ugly bruises causing the Brit to frown.
"You poor thing. Even your ass is bruised? Let's just get you feeling a bit more comfortable."
Going over to the mini bar, Billy made up a nice cool glass of water for Rik and a small whiskey for himself. Fuck, he needed it after this. Passing the Dane his drink, he sat down and just wanted to be here for his lover.
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Rik was thinking about a shower to get his hair cleaned and just get the dirt and blood off. However, lifting his arms hurt a little. He's not used to fighting at all.
"He tackled me and I went down hard." He nods at the water and drinks carefully. Then sighs and glances at Billy. "Would you mind brushing out my hair? It hurts it lift my arms."
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Then, Rik uttered the magic words. Hair brushing. The Brit's blue eyes twinkled with interest and admiration as he smiled fondly. Of course he'd jump at the chance to get to touch that thick, white hair of the Dane's. But first, did he want a bath to get the blood off?
"Did you want to sit in the bath and get washed first? I could sponge you down gently so you don't have to raise your arms or do anything."
It was for non-sexual reasons of course. The man was bruised and in pain and needed some comfort and tender loving care. This, of course, Billy was ready to offer and for reasons out of the goodness of his own heart. That and partly because of what Viktor did to him.
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Despite the pain he glanced slyly at the Brit. "You can bathe me any time you want." That was an open invitation, surely even better when he wasn't half beaten.
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Billy loved it and Rik knew he did, yet he couldn't help but tease his Dane, just because it caused him to smile. This was love, there was no doubt about it---he was in love with Rik Soeren. This had been evident for some time now but each and everyday brought new waves of emotion over the Brit and his heart fluttered in ways that hadn't happened with his past lovers.
"Let's get your wild mane brushed."
Moving to pick up the hairbrush, Billy sat back down on the bed and gently began teasing through Rik's thick hair gently, using the brush to comb through any tangles. God, he loved the man's hair. So thick and exuberant. He couldn't help but thread a few fingers through it as he brushed with his other hand.
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Rik expected it to hurt a little here and there due to the tangles but the fingers in his hair were nice. Sipping on his water and holding the ice to his lip he sighed contented at the Brit brushing his hair. It felt good. Better than anyone else doing it and that meant something.
"You should brush my hair more often." The Dane offered because it made him feel tingly and his heart skipped in his chest.
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Billy put on a fake pout and began brushing Rik's hair slightly harder, teasing out any knots and tangles as he found them. He knew the Dane was mostly teasing about getting the drummer to brush his hair, yet Billy was finding that he wanted to be the one doing the little things for his man.
"I want to. Hunter might ask why I'm brushing your hair in the dressing room. I'm sure he brushes my brother's hair, so we'd be even."
A soft giggle and Billy lifted some of Rik's lavish hair up to kiss at the nape of his lover's neck. His tongue flicked out softly to tickle the skin gently.
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"He's more likely to tease us over it than ask why." Rik laughed and then squealed loudly over the kiss to his neck, wiggling wildly away from the touch. He loved the feeling but the tickle was too much to stay still for.
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Billy might be? But, he wouldn't admit that even if he were because he wanted Rik to make his own choices about who he spent his time with. Yet, the Brit loved being around the Dane, just making him laugh and seeing him happy. Being slightly possessive may even be a good thing just wanting to spend more time with the other guitarist, whilst being a tearaway at the same time. Another few brushes of the luxurious hair and Billy was smiling.
"You're probably right, mate. I think he was the one who set our date up back at the bar. Me meeting you sat all alone in your studies."
Hunter set Billy up with Rik so he could get laid. Probably. Of course it was much more than that but the sentiment was there. The Swede cared.
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Rik was definitely getting attached to the Brit. He wasn't admitting it, even to himself yet, but he felt it.
"I'm sure he did." Rik had no doubt. "He's been talking about trying to find someone for me and I'm pretty sure you're not the first he sent over to talk to me."
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Billy liked Hunter really and he was only teasing since the singer was very kind and loved his brother. Gilly was a much better man when he was with his Swede. The change was almost overnight and Billy was grateful the tarty drummer was being looked after by Hunter as well as Ziggy and the Spiders.
"Good because I want you to be my smukke. No one else's."
A soft caress to the back of Rik's neck with his fingers and Billy was nuzzling into that thick hair.
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"That's not how that word works." Rik shook his head. "It means handsome or beautiful. I think you want kæreste or elsker."
The words though give him pause and he stares at Billy quietly for a moment. It makes him nervous but he smiles a little. "Are.. are you saying you want to date exclusively?"
Billy shocked him every time something like this came up; from saying he loved him early on to this. He's not sure how to take how fast they are moving. He wants it but he's also wary of jumping in.
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It might be because Gilly was his boyfriend but what did it matter? Billy had found his one true love it seemed and was happy. No one else would ever replace Rik now that the Brit had found someone just like him. A man who loved to have fun and embrace life without being too serious.
"kaereste? elsker? Ok, I need to remember those. Yeah, I am. I mean---I love you, Fluffy. I don't really want some other bastard touching that hair of yours or kissing you."
It was an admission Billy was happy to make. He spoke his mind just like his brother since he'd never been shy to say what he thought. Was he moving too fast for the Dane? If so, then he would slow down so Rik could gradually get used to the arrangement. Hopefully, he wouldn't scare the Dane off.
"I hope this isn't too fast for you. Sort of---you won't run away on me will you?"
A flash of fear appeared over Billy's face.
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"Stop worrying." He says at first but the looks up at Billy curiously. Billy was way out of his normal behavior when getting involved with someone. "You don't have to think about other people. It takes me a long time to let people even touch me usually. I don't like strangers touching or kissing me."
The Dane is still visibly nervous as he realize it is moving a little too fast but the fear in Billy's eyes make his head shake. "I'm not running away but it might take me longer to say...."
Now Rik is scared that he has said something wrong. His eyes widened and his palm started to sweat. His past causes him to worry so much about doing the wrong thing. "Just..."
He looked down at their hands and bit nervously at his lip. "Well... wait for me. I promise I'll catch up."
The truth is he is feeling confused. His heart pounded every time the Brit was close and felt devastated any time he thought about the fact that they might be separated for months. At the same time, the idea of someone clinging to him this tightly so soon was off putting.
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"I don't mean to worry it's just---every partner I've ever had has walked out on me. Social pressures and shit like that. I know you won't, it's just---I sometimes can't help worrying."
The Brit gently pressed a kiss to Rik's cheek, careful of his split lip and injuries. He didn't mean to be moving so fast, it was more out of worry than anything that the Dane would slip away from his grasp if he wasn't there with him. Stupid but sometimes love made you think irrational thoughts.
"I'll wait, mate. I promise. Sorry for going so fast I just---need to slow down a little. Going slow is fine with me if it helps you. I want us to be comfortable with whatever this is."
He gently stroked up Rik's thigh, nuzzling into that fluffy hair of his lover's.
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He hoped Billy wouldn't mind but Ollie had saved his life when he convinced his father to let Rik stay. The Dane didn't want to be his boyfriend any more, the relationship had changed, but they would probably be friends their entire lives.
Rik leaned into Billy and rested his cheek on his head. "I just need time but I don't want to be with anyone else."
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The guy was called Jacob and he was a decent enough bloke who loved music and getting into too much trouble but someone at a club called him queer. That really hurt and after the insult he didn't want to see Billy anymore and broke up. Society really could be a bitch at times.
"Last bloke I dated got called a queer at a nightclub because he held my hand briefly. That was the end of that."
Sighing, Billy didn't want to dwell on anything negative so held Rik close, stroking his cheek. Their relationship was brand new and very special. It meant a lot to Billy and he didn't want to let his Dane go.
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Too many people had experiences like Billy's where someone left because they couldn't hand harsh words. All he could do for the past was to slip his hand into Billy's to give it a squeeze. The Dane took a long time to express love, long after he felt it inside. Looking at the Brit holding him close there's a feeling that he could love him, maybe more than he ever had anyone else since he's only really had his high school boyfriend.
Slowly he brought the other guitarist's hand up and kissed it. "You can hold my hand anytime you want, luvvie."
People could sling names or attack them and he would do it anyway.
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Billy could understand it though since he was afraid of falling for someone then having them reject him at the last minute. Some only lasted for a week or so before society got to them. It sucked. At least Rik wanted to stay with him and it wasn't just a temporary thing. He didn't want it to be.
"I want to and I will. Fuck the idiots who want to harass us. I'm in love with you and you're a cute smukke."
The last part had the Brit giggling and nuzzling into Rik's neck, just sighing at the closeness. Hunter did a favour bringing the two together. A smart man indeed.
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Even so, he took Billy's hand and kissed it again as he giggled from the breath on his neck. Then he turned and kissed Billy's lips, ignoring the brief pain in his busted lip.
"I'm not going anywhere, kort luvvie."
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Billy just wondered if there was an even more intimate name he could call his Dane. Smukke was fine but he would definitely pick something more personal if there was such a word. Rik was quite inexperienced which was fine with the Brit since he'd go slow and be patient with him.
"It doesn't matter if you're inexperienced because I'll help you along the way. If there is something you want to do with me all you need to do is ask. Or if you're unsure, just talk to me, mate."
He stroked Rik's cheek carefully and pressed a kiss to the Dane's nose tip. Viktor had really performed a number on the poor guy.
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That seemed like the best way to pick something though Rik loved smukke. "You can keep smukke. I like being called handsome all the time."
And that only made him blush more. The kiss brought a smile, or as much of one as he could have with a busted lip. "I should get a shower so I can lay down."
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Billy forgot but he didn't care because it was something special to him and Rik. The whole smukke thing? He wanted to keep that since he liked using it for whenever his Dane was with him. The kiss was welcome, even though he was still wary of Rik's injuries. Gently stroking the Dane's cheek, Billy smiled fondly.
"Want me to help wash you down?"
The chance to be close to Rik in the shower and help him reach places he couldn't? Billy was jumping at that chance.
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