Sweet Dreams Are Made of This
Mar. 23rd, 2022 06:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rockandroll_swedeRobert was already in bed reading when he heard the tell tale noise of scuffling feet outside his hotel room door. It sounded as if there were possibly three maybe four people talking loudly and giggling drunkenly. Of course. It was around 3am and most were heading to bed to pass out on the nearest soft object they could find, whether that be a bed, couch or another hot body. The door opened and in stumbled Erik along with Hunter behind him, giggling and obviously trashed.
Both brothers carrying empty bottles of wine as they walked into the room, closing the door in Hjalmar's face. The Harlot guitarist just laughed and went to find the rest of his band members. As long as he didn't stumble into the flower beds he should be ok.
"Sötnos! I missed you. We---my brother and me were drinking wine downstairs with the tart. Gilly!"
Laughing, Erik shoved Hunter out of the way as he began stripping off his clothes with one hand; the other still grasping the empty wine bottle. The young Swede was trashed and Hunter grabbed onto his brother so he didn't fall face first onto the table on the floor.
"Erik! Du tål knappast att vara full!"
The older Swede now helping his brother remove his clothes more so Erik didn't hurt himself. Sliding into bed in his underpants, Erik then instantly snuggled up to Robert, giggled a few times then passed out. Hunter shook his head giggling, sitting down onto the couch and hoping Robert wasn't too pissed that they barged into the room at such an early hour smashed.
"I see you had a good night, Hunter. Erik is drunk as a skunk I see. Where is Gilly?"
Robert adjusting his reading glasses on his nose as he turned the page of his book, not even minding that Erik was beginning to snore softly, the young guitarist's roaming hands now finding their way into the Brit's chest hair. This was totally normal.
"Gilly is downstairs still with Ziggy and the rest of the Spiders. They're talking about their next performance so I decided to take my drunken brother up to his room with you."
The wine aunt trashed but not as much as poor Erik who was now mumbling in his deep drunken sleep. The words slipping from his mouth uncontrollably. Hunter picking up what his brother was saying in Swedish because Robert probably didn't understand.
"Sötnos. Mmm.... Hårdare, jag vill ha din kuk."
Erik made a small groaning sound in the back of his throat as he pushed himself closer to Robert, sliding a leg over the Brit, nuzzling closer into the thick mass of blond curls. Hunter snorted out a giggle as he watched what was going on. Perhaps he should go because this was their private time and well---they might want some privacy.
"I think I'll leave you two love birds now--"
Hunter getting up out of the couch as he turned to walk towards the door.
"Åh älskling, dra åt helvete, ja, precis där---"
Erik sleep talking a little louder now. Hunter unable to resist the urge to laugh because Robert was just stroking his lover's black hair, not knowing what was said. It was slightly infuriating because he did wish to know what the young Swede was saying. Hunter deciding to help the poor Brit.
"He's saying; Sweetie..Mmm.... Harder, I want your cock. Oh, darling, fuck yes, right there---"
Unable to keep a straight face any longer Hunter was reaching for the door handle and letting himself out, noticing a smile pulling at Robert's lips. It was cute. No doubt there would be much more cuddling and possibly sex in the morning.
Both brothers carrying empty bottles of wine as they walked into the room, closing the door in Hjalmar's face. The Harlot guitarist just laughed and went to find the rest of his band members. As long as he didn't stumble into the flower beds he should be ok.
"Sötnos! I missed you. We---my brother and me were drinking wine downstairs with the tart. Gilly!"
Laughing, Erik shoved Hunter out of the way as he began stripping off his clothes with one hand; the other still grasping the empty wine bottle. The young Swede was trashed and Hunter grabbed onto his brother so he didn't fall face first onto the table on the floor.
"Erik! Du tål knappast att vara full!"
The older Swede now helping his brother remove his clothes more so Erik didn't hurt himself. Sliding into bed in his underpants, Erik then instantly snuggled up to Robert, giggled a few times then passed out. Hunter shook his head giggling, sitting down onto the couch and hoping Robert wasn't too pissed that they barged into the room at such an early hour smashed.
"I see you had a good night, Hunter. Erik is drunk as a skunk I see. Where is Gilly?"
Robert adjusting his reading glasses on his nose as he turned the page of his book, not even minding that Erik was beginning to snore softly, the young guitarist's roaming hands now finding their way into the Brit's chest hair. This was totally normal.
"Gilly is downstairs still with Ziggy and the rest of the Spiders. They're talking about their next performance so I decided to take my drunken brother up to his room with you."
The wine aunt trashed but not as much as poor Erik who was now mumbling in his deep drunken sleep. The words slipping from his mouth uncontrollably. Hunter picking up what his brother was saying in Swedish because Robert probably didn't understand.
"Sötnos. Mmm.... Hårdare, jag vill ha din kuk."
Erik made a small groaning sound in the back of his throat as he pushed himself closer to Robert, sliding a leg over the Brit, nuzzling closer into the thick mass of blond curls. Hunter snorted out a giggle as he watched what was going on. Perhaps he should go because this was their private time and well---they might want some privacy.
"I think I'll leave you two love birds now--"
Hunter getting up out of the couch as he turned to walk towards the door.
"Åh älskling, dra åt helvete, ja, precis där---"
Erik sleep talking a little louder now. Hunter unable to resist the urge to laugh because Robert was just stroking his lover's black hair, not knowing what was said. It was slightly infuriating because he did wish to know what the young Swede was saying. Hunter deciding to help the poor Brit.
"He's saying; Sweetie..Mmm.... Harder, I want your cock. Oh, darling, fuck yes, right there---"
Unable to keep a straight face any longer Hunter was reaching for the door handle and letting himself out, noticing a smile pulling at Robert's lips. It was cute. No doubt there would be much more cuddling and possibly sex in the morning.