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Brotherly Love
Sep. 3rd, 2021 08:12 pmNexus Writing Prompt 3.“Do you know how far I had to travel to get these?”
It was raining in LA. A rare thing according to some but none the less it was raining and Hunter didn't want to go out shopping to get his fashion magazines from the nearby store that sold them. Erik was now huffing because his older brother was leaning on his shoulder pinching his cheek, harassing him to get them. The glam singer didn't want to wreck his newly applied make-up and new clothes so getting the baby brother to fetch them seemed the right thing to him.
"What do I have to get them you lazy tik (bitch.)"
Hunter gasped and then ruffled Erik's jet black hair just messing with his younger brother. Enough harassment and the young guitarist would budge. They were all staying in the hotel in LA and Hunter was bored and wanted to read his fashion magazines. Of course he did.
"Alright, fine! I will get them. But you will get me something next time."
Erik, rolling his eyes, finally caved in and that got a squeal of delight from Hunter who bounded back into his bedroom and jumped onto the bed, clearing space for his new magazines to go. The guitarist picked up a spare shoe from Hunter's bedroom floor and hurled it at his brother, laughing as it flew over the older Swede's head. Hunter yelling indignantly;
"Watch out! You go and get my magazines!"
Erik stuck his tongue out then went to don a jacket as he made his way down the stairs and out into the rainy expanse of LA. The things younger brothers did to appease their older siblings. Hunter would pay for this. He would be paying for the drinks bill next time all the bands went out for drinks at the bar. Pulling his hood up, Erik made his way along the wet streets feeling the rain patter onto his hood, until he found the store with the magazines. He pulled them off the shelf and paid for them, making his way back with them stuffed inside of his coat. Older brothers!
Back at the hotel, Erik used the elevator this time to head up to where Hunter was staying. He was like a drowned rat almost; his black hair stuck to his forehead and his hands cold from holding his jacket shut. Walking into his brother's bedroom he found Gilly sat there drinking wine and Hunter laying on his bed laughing at something. Passing Hunter the magazines, Erik pushed some of his hair back;
"Here are your magazines. I had to go far for these you know. Lazy hålla (tart.)"
Hunter got up and took the magazines, offering Erik a playful kiss on the cheek and then offered his brother a full glass of red wine. This was welcome. Then, the singer placed all the fashion magazines on his bed and allowed Gilly to glance through them all.
"Oh, your socker pappa (sugar daddy) was looking for you just now. I think he went back to his bedroom. Robert, the sexy limo driver."
The singer winked and Erik felt himself blush because Gilly was looking straight at him. Older brothers could be so infuriating at times! Erik just sticking his tongue out at Hunter, pulling his wet jacket off an throwing it at his brother. Gilly diving out of the way as the wet coat hit the older Swede straight in the face.
"Skit! (Shit.) What what you are doing! You could have ruined my magazines!"
Hunter, frowning, chucking the coat to the floor and was then running after his brother, who had bolted down the corridor somewhere. Oh well. Erik, giggling to himself, was now behind the door of Robert's room, who was looking rather surprised to see the young Swede hiding behind his door. Whatever next.
It was raining in LA. A rare thing according to some but none the less it was raining and Hunter didn't want to go out shopping to get his fashion magazines from the nearby store that sold them. Erik was now huffing because his older brother was leaning on his shoulder pinching his cheek, harassing him to get them. The glam singer didn't want to wreck his newly applied make-up and new clothes so getting the baby brother to fetch them seemed the right thing to him.
"What do I have to get them you lazy tik (bitch.)"
Hunter gasped and then ruffled Erik's jet black hair just messing with his younger brother. Enough harassment and the young guitarist would budge. They were all staying in the hotel in LA and Hunter was bored and wanted to read his fashion magazines. Of course he did.
"Alright, fine! I will get them. But you will get me something next time."
Erik, rolling his eyes, finally caved in and that got a squeal of delight from Hunter who bounded back into his bedroom and jumped onto the bed, clearing space for his new magazines to go. The guitarist picked up a spare shoe from Hunter's bedroom floor and hurled it at his brother, laughing as it flew over the older Swede's head. Hunter yelling indignantly;
"Watch out! You go and get my magazines!"
Erik stuck his tongue out then went to don a jacket as he made his way down the stairs and out into the rainy expanse of LA. The things younger brothers did to appease their older siblings. Hunter would pay for this. He would be paying for the drinks bill next time all the bands went out for drinks at the bar. Pulling his hood up, Erik made his way along the wet streets feeling the rain patter onto his hood, until he found the store with the magazines. He pulled them off the shelf and paid for them, making his way back with them stuffed inside of his coat. Older brothers!
Back at the hotel, Erik used the elevator this time to head up to where Hunter was staying. He was like a drowned rat almost; his black hair stuck to his forehead and his hands cold from holding his jacket shut. Walking into his brother's bedroom he found Gilly sat there drinking wine and Hunter laying on his bed laughing at something. Passing Hunter the magazines, Erik pushed some of his hair back;
"Here are your magazines. I had to go far for these you know. Lazy hålla (tart.)"
Hunter got up and took the magazines, offering Erik a playful kiss on the cheek and then offered his brother a full glass of red wine. This was welcome. Then, the singer placed all the fashion magazines on his bed and allowed Gilly to glance through them all.
"Oh, your socker pappa (sugar daddy) was looking for you just now. I think he went back to his bedroom. Robert, the sexy limo driver."
The singer winked and Erik felt himself blush because Gilly was looking straight at him. Older brothers could be so infuriating at times! Erik just sticking his tongue out at Hunter, pulling his wet jacket off an throwing it at his brother. Gilly diving out of the way as the wet coat hit the older Swede straight in the face.
"Skit! (Shit.) What what you are doing! You could have ruined my magazines!"
Hunter, frowning, chucking the coat to the floor and was then running after his brother, who had bolted down the corridor somewhere. Oh well. Erik, giggling to himself, was now behind the door of Robert's room, who was looking rather surprised to see the young Swede hiding behind his door. Whatever next.