"Things are moving fast. Devon's running us like dogs to get in touring shape." Hexed was busy, except the obvious problem. "Your singer needs to get off Rekker's cock long enough to let him make it to practice."
Dee was feeling better after a few tacos and was no reaching for the beer Ulrik had offered her when that came out. She blinked a few times before laughing and leaning in to kiss his cheek which left a smudge of grease on his cheek from the tacos.
"You are adorable. How can you be travelling all over and no one has taken you?" She's serious about that. He was so sweet that she did wonder how he was still single.
"I should speak to him because I wouldn't want Rekker suffering or Hexed missing their guitarist because of Bjorn. He can be very overbearing at times and loses track of things like time a lot."
The kiss got the young Swede blushing a little as he reached over to touch her face just lightly, brushing his fingertips against her soft cheek. It was a start and he found himself wanting to touch more of her but wouldn't push. The young man was impulsive like Bjorn or Lars often were.
"Adorable? Oh---thank you. Well, I just sleep with my guitar. At least that's what Bjorn says."
Drinking more beer, Ulrik wondered what would happen after they ate and drank.
She shook her head. "Rekker isn't known for his self control, either." Which made the two disastrously perfect for each other. "It's a pain in the ass but... I'm glad to see him smile for once. Rekker's life has been .. hard. I don't always know how he survives it."
There's a hint of sadness in her honesty. They'd watch Rekker destroy himself and come back, fall into spaces so dark none of them could reach. HIs smile was a good thing even if Devon went mad over the lateness.
"And do you?" She asked with a wink while opening the beer can.
"Bjorn is very reckless and it's usually up to Sigurd or Hans to control him once he gets out of hand and crazy. But now he is with Rekker? He seems to be more content we've noticed."
More content being that he's getting ginger cock nearly everynight and day. Ulrik fiddled with his tshirt a little and shook his head. No sleeping with a guitar because it was easy to break it that way. Even though he had many he didn't want to crush his pride and joy.
"No. My Flying V's and Gibson stay in their case when I sleep. But it is boring without another warm body lately."
Without meaning to sound cheesy or needy, Ulrik smiled sheepishly and then moved a little closer to Dee, touching her neck with his fingers then moving to touch her red hair. It was so soft.
"They both seem to be happier. I'm sure once the initial high wears down a little he will get his shit together. Rekker, at least, has been alone for a few years."
Hopefully, the girly Swede would stay around long enough, permanently? Hexed could see how taken their singer was with the Swede.
"Boring?" She started laughing again, goosebumps raising on her chest from the touch to her neck. "Like to or are you going to, babe?"
She's not pulling away, only teasing a bit because the shy blushing was attractive, even if her usual interests were for much more cool and confident people.
"I was Bjorn's boyfriend for over a year when we formed the band three years ago. He is a bit older than me so I was 18 when I dated him. Fucking crazy but it was fun."
Ulrik gently caressed Dee's face and then realised he was about to kiss a woman twice his age. Was this acceptable? Fuck it. He didn't care. Bjorn was dating Rekker so why not? Social norms meant nothing to Blixt and were meant for the garbage anyway. The young Swede moving closer pressing a kiss to her lips, moving past the initial blushing stage to gain more confidence.
His hand moved to slide down to her leg, gently caressing the top of her thigh. He liked her. He really liked her.
"When we were first a band; Devon and I were together and Missy and Rekker. devon and I were together for years."
It was good to be honest about the dynamic and none of Hexed were troubled by their exes dating others, though Ulrik would probably find Devon watching him closely once he caught on. They were extra watchful of how their bandmates were treated because of that past.
An airy breath escaped when their lips met and she felt that hand down on her bare skin. Stepping in she stretched up on her tip toes to lean into the kiss, pressing her palm over the fabric of his tee shirt and feeling the warmth and muscle beneath. Dee understood men, especially young men, invited women around for sex. It didn't bother her at all if that was the intention for the day.
"You and Devon were together? Missy and Rekker too? That's cute."
Ulrik slipped an arm around her waist and brought her closer to him as he noticed the height difference that being Dee was around five inches shorter than him. The Swede had dated shorter girls and boys before so this wasn't an issue. He could feel her palm pressing against his tshirt and then shivered a little. Leaning closer to her ear he whispered;
"Jag vill ligga med dig."
Giggling softly he knew she wouldn't understand but it was fun being a little bit of a tease first.
"Two couples for a long time. Missy was dating Rekker before he was in Hexed."
She leaned into his chest as she was pulled closer. It was nice to feel small sometimes, especially when close to someone, and it definitely brought on a desire to cuddle even if this felt like it wasn't going toward cuddling. At least, not yet.
She slapped him on the chest with her hand that was already pressed there, playful and looking up at him with a mock sour look. "Don't be like Rekker and Devon!"
Those two spoke Spanish to each other and laughed which the girls didn't understand completely. It was annoying and she figured Ulrik was doing it for the same reason they did, to tease her.
"Sorry, I was only teasing. It means I'd like to get into bed with you."
Ulrik smiled cheekily and then felt his cheeks heat up at the admission. They were both grown adults and the Swede wasn't a stranger to sex at all with either sexes. Dating Bjorn had taught him a many things in the bedroom. Stroking her cheek softly he kissed her jaw and then stroked her red hair softly.
"You have nice soft hair. I hope Devon won't be annoyed that I am spending time with you like this."
The thought was now mulling around in the younger man's mind.
"To cuddle?" She leaned up and kissed his chin. "..or are you a dirty boy like your singer?" She had to tease him, especially since he started it and was now blushing.
As the comments turned to something she knew was serious, Dee shook her head. "None of us are like that. It's been a long time since Devon and I were together. He might tease you about it, if he finds out."
And he would because Rekker had a sixth sense about who was dating. It was like the man could smell it on people or something. He would be a bastard to her, but in a brotherly sort of way. He always was.
"Yes and it will save you from having to reach up to kiss me. Your clothes are nice too."
Ulrik sliding a hand down her waist, noticing her shorts and liking how they showed her toned legs off. She didn't wear much and the young Swede couldn't help but stare a little at her skimpy top. Did he want to cuddle? Oh yes. Did he want more? He did but he would take things slowly at first and see if she was comfortable with it.
"Bjorn is dirtier than me but I'm no prude. We Swedes love to share in sex to bond with people."
It was part of the whole Scandinavian culture really, at least as far as Ulrik and his band were concerned. Bjorn came off as a trashy bitch and Rekker seemed to like this. The guitarist kissed Dee once more on the lips then slid a hand into hers, squeezing, pulling her towards his bed.
"I'm used to it." She giggled at the hand sliding down her waist. "I'm always one of the shortest in the room."
She was ok with where ever this went. In her mind you didn't take an invite to a single man's hotel room unless you were comfortable with the idea things might get intimate. The touch felt nice as she leaned back against his chest.
She couldn't help but laugh quietly. "Is that a pick up line?"
Dee took his hand and looked up at him. He was sweet and innocent.
"Being short doesn't make you less than anyone else. Out of the group I am smallest and Sigurd is tallest."
Ulrik giggled softly as he sat at the end of the bed, hoping Dee would sit next to him as he let her hand go. A pick-up line? Was it? The Swede wasn't sure and wasn't really sure what he was doing right now. Seducing an older woman? Was that it? No---not seducing. He didn't do that and Dee had wanted to come after all. This was their date.
"You're the oldest girl I've ever been with."
Touching Dee's face once more, Ulrik kissed the corner of her lips gently.
"I didn't mean I thought I was less. I'm just used to being short." She wasn't bothered by it. "I'm the shortest person in my family. I think my dad and brother are both taller than you."
Dee sat down beside him, close enough that their hips and thighs were touching. She leaned into his shoulder and giggled. "Did you ever tell me how old you are?"
She thought he might have but she couldn't remember, though she shrugged. "I don't think it matters as long as everyone is of age and wants to do something."
She turned into the kiss and pressed their lips fully together. It's a chaste kiss for Dee but she doesn't want to be pushy either.
"Oh well yes---I didn't mean it meant you are less than anything because you are not. My words, I sometimes mix the English up a little."
Ulrik blushed somewhat awkwardly and then gently stroked her red hair for a few moments, admiring her features. She was much older than any of his previous partners but that wasn't going to put him off since he found her attractive.
"I'm 21. Most think I am younger since Bjorn says I look about 17."
Getting ID'd at bars was the worst thing because Ulrik had to leave once because he'd left his ID back at the hotel room. Bjorn, of course, kicked up a shit storm and they ended up all getting arrested because of their crazy singer. Bjorn had smashed up the club in anger and then kicked the bouncer in the head. Yeah.
"Does this bother you that I am young?"
The Swede pressed small kisses up the side of Dee's neck.
"I don't mind." She leaned her shoulder into his bicep, pushing a little when she saw how awkward he was over it.
"There's nothing wrong with looking young. I get it too because I've got a flat chest." She liked her body but some people did think she was a kid due to her size. At least once that she could recall, people told Devon he was gross for being with such a young woman.
"No. Does it bother you that I'm old?" She didn't think either of them cared or they would be here kissing.
"A flat chest? Oh. But I think you are very pretty."
Ulrik stared at her chest a little then found himself blushing because he wanted to get closer to her. As for the age gap did it really matter to him? No, not really. Bjorn was dating Rekker so why should this be any different? He was a man in his own right and this was perfectly legal.
"The age of consent is 15 in my own country so this is legal for me. It doesn't bother me that you are older."
The Swede slid his hand up Dee's thigh once more, just caressing the skin there slowly.
"You've also dated men, so no chest is attractive to you." She teased, laughing.
"!5?" She's a little surprised. "It's 18 here."
It takes her a moment to recover from that shock as she pushes her hair back out of her face. "You must be a leg man. You keep touching mine." She leaned in and kissed his cheek, warm and playful.
"I don't mind if you aren't a big girl up top. You are still very attractive."
Ulrik smiled coyly and glanced down at where his hand rested just above her knee on her exposed thigh. Was he a leg man? It would seem so. He'd be added to the list of leg men within the large tour group. The closeness felt good as he pushed back any nerves he might have and gently kissed her just below her earlobe on her neck, peppering kisses down it.
"You are right. I must be a leg man having dated Bjorn and others with long legs."
The Swede then nipped on her earlobe softly feeling the want and desire rushing through his veins.
"You're really sweet." She leaned in and touched the ends of his hair where they fell over his shoulders. Ulrik might be young but his kindness was charming as could be.
Dee couldn't help the giggles as he kissed down her neck, she's a bit ticklish and his bangs were tickling her ears.
"I have nice legs but they are short like me." She teases but can't get the giggles under control. Turning, Dee slid her legs up and across Ulrik's lap and slid her arms around his neck. It feels nice to have less pressure, someone who didn't come after her because she was famous.
"Thanks. You're really hot and feisty and I like girls and boys that have fire in their veins."
Ulrik loved how she giggled when his hair tickled her ears. It was so cute just to hear her and he wanted to hear more sounds coming from her. The guitarist didn't care that her legs were short because he liked touching them none the less. He held her waist in his hands and then kissed her chin and then her lips, deepening the kiss as he rocked upwards slightly, feeling fire deep within his loins.
She nuzzled him a little before their lips met, her lips parting to his. The fire was definitely there and that push of hips started getting the bassist wet. Dee pushed her fingers up into Ulrik's hair at the back of his head, loving the feeling of how soft it was.
"So are you." She spoke breathless from the kiss. "Do you want to undress me, hmm?"
She's grinning and knows it might make the young guitarist blush.
"The Bass Devil? Maybe tonight I can hear your higher pitched noises instead of your deep ones."
Ulrik just giggled at his words because he was getting more horny by the moment and could feel his shyness begin to slip away. He kissed her jaw and then hummed in pleasure at the idea of undressing her. It was very hot and the young Swede now had a semi-erection straining at the crotch of his pants.
"I'd love to."
His hands roaming over his chest just lightly brushing over her bra top, wondering if it would be easy to remove.
She giggled because he was and how absolutely cheesy and cliche this flirting was getting. Dee tipped her head back and let out a sigh when she felt him under her, wiggling in his lap. The young guitarist pulled a gasp from her when his hands brushed across the hard nipples just beneath the thin fabric of her halter shirt. It would be far easier than a bra, just the two ties at the back.
"Can I undress you?" Her hand slipped down to tug up on his shirt. There's a playfulness to what is happening between them that is both fun and sexy, nearly innocent. Not that Dee has been innocent in a long time.
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Dee was feeling better after a few tacos and was no reaching for the beer Ulrik had offered her when that came out. She blinked a few times before laughing and leaning in to kiss his cheek which left a smudge of grease on his cheek from the tacos.
"You are adorable. How can you be travelling all over and no one has taken you?" She's serious about that. He was so sweet that she did wonder how he was still single.
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The kiss got the young Swede blushing a little as he reached over to touch her face just lightly, brushing his fingertips against her soft cheek. It was a start and he found himself wanting to touch more of her but wouldn't push. The young man was impulsive like Bjorn or Lars often were.
"Adorable? Oh---thank you. Well, I just sleep with my guitar. At least that's what Bjorn says."
Drinking more beer, Ulrik wondered what would happen after they ate and drank.
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There's a hint of sadness in her honesty. They'd watch Rekker destroy himself and come back, fall into spaces so dark none of them could reach. HIs smile was a good thing even if Devon went mad over the lateness.
"And do you?" She asked with a wink while opening the beer can.
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More content being that he's getting ginger cock nearly everynight and day. Ulrik fiddled with his tshirt a little and shook his head. No sleeping with a guitar because it was easy to break it that way. Even though he had many he didn't want to crush his pride and joy.
"No. My Flying V's and Gibson stay in their case when I sleep. But it is boring without another warm body lately."
Without meaning to sound cheesy or needy, Ulrik smiled sheepishly and then moved a little closer to Dee, touching her neck with his fingers then moving to touch her red hair. It was so soft.
"I'd like to kiss you."
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Hopefully, the girly Swede would stay around long enough, permanently? Hexed could see how taken their singer was with the Swede.
"Boring?" She started laughing again, goosebumps raising on her chest from the touch to her neck. "Like to or are you going to, babe?"
She's not pulling away, only teasing a bit because the shy blushing was attractive, even if her usual interests were for much more cool and confident people.
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Ulrik gently caressed Dee's face and then realised he was about to kiss a woman twice his age. Was this acceptable? Fuck it. He didn't care. Bjorn was dating Rekker so why not? Social norms meant nothing to Blixt and were meant for the garbage anyway. The young Swede moving closer pressing a kiss to her lips, moving past the initial blushing stage to gain more confidence.
His hand moved to slide down to her leg, gently caressing the top of her thigh. He liked her. He really liked her.
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It was good to be honest about the dynamic and none of Hexed were troubled by their exes dating others, though Ulrik would probably find Devon watching him closely once he caught on. They were extra watchful of how their bandmates were treated because of that past.
An airy breath escaped when their lips met and she felt that hand down on her bare skin. Stepping in she stretched up on her tip toes to lean into the kiss, pressing her palm over the fabric of his tee shirt and feeling the warmth and muscle beneath. Dee understood men, especially young men, invited women around for sex. It didn't bother her at all if that was the intention for the day.
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Ulrik slipped an arm around her waist and brought her closer to him as he noticed the height difference that being Dee was around five inches shorter than him. The Swede had dated shorter girls and boys before so this wasn't an issue. He could feel her palm pressing against his tshirt and then shivered a little. Leaning closer to her ear he whispered;
"Jag vill ligga med dig."
Giggling softly he knew she wouldn't understand but it was fun being a little bit of a tease first.
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She leaned into his chest as she was pulled closer. It was nice to feel small sometimes, especially when close to someone, and it definitely brought on a desire to cuddle even if this felt like it wasn't going toward cuddling. At least, not yet.
She slapped him on the chest with her hand that was already pressed there, playful and looking up at him with a mock sour look. "Don't be like Rekker and Devon!"
Those two spoke Spanish to each other and laughed which the girls didn't understand completely. It was annoying and she figured Ulrik was doing it for the same reason they did, to tease her.
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Ulrik smiled cheekily and then felt his cheeks heat up at the admission. They were both grown adults and the Swede wasn't a stranger to sex at all with either sexes. Dating Bjorn had taught him a many things in the bedroom. Stroking her cheek softly he kissed her jaw and then stroked her red hair softly.
"You have nice soft hair. I hope Devon won't be annoyed that I am spending time with you like this."
The thought was now mulling around in the younger man's mind.
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As the comments turned to something she knew was serious, Dee shook her head. "None of us are like that. It's been a long time since Devon and I were together. He might tease you about it, if he finds out."
And he would because Rekker had a sixth sense about who was dating. It was like the man could smell it on people or something. He would be a bastard to her, but in a brotherly sort of way. He always was.
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Ulrik sliding a hand down her waist, noticing her shorts and liking how they showed her toned legs off. She didn't wear much and the young Swede couldn't help but stare a little at her skimpy top. Did he want to cuddle? Oh yes. Did he want more? He did but he would take things slowly at first and see if she was comfortable with it.
"Bjorn is dirtier than me but I'm no prude. We Swedes love to share in sex to bond with people."
It was part of the whole Scandinavian culture really, at least as far as Ulrik and his band were concerned. Bjorn came off as a trashy bitch and Rekker seemed to like this. The guitarist kissed Dee once more on the lips then slid a hand into hers, squeezing, pulling her towards his bed.
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She was ok with where ever this went. In her mind you didn't take an invite to a single man's hotel room unless you were comfortable with the idea things might get intimate. The touch felt nice as she leaned back against his chest.
She couldn't help but laugh quietly. "Is that a pick up line?"
Dee took his hand and looked up at him. He was sweet and innocent.
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Ulrik giggled softly as he sat at the end of the bed, hoping Dee would sit next to him as he let her hand go. A pick-up line? Was it? The Swede wasn't sure and wasn't really sure what he was doing right now. Seducing an older woman? Was that it? No---not seducing. He didn't do that and Dee had wanted to come after all. This was their date.
"You're the oldest girl I've ever been with."
Touching Dee's face once more, Ulrik kissed the corner of her lips gently.
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Dee sat down beside him, close enough that their hips and thighs were touching. She leaned into his shoulder and giggled. "Did you ever tell me how old you are?"
She thought he might have but she couldn't remember, though she shrugged. "I don't think it matters as long as everyone is of age and wants to do something."
She turned into the kiss and pressed their lips fully together. It's a chaste kiss for Dee but she doesn't want to be pushy either.
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Ulrik blushed somewhat awkwardly and then gently stroked her red hair for a few moments, admiring her features. She was much older than any of his previous partners but that wasn't going to put him off since he found her attractive.
"I'm 21. Most think I am younger since Bjorn says I look about 17."
Getting ID'd at bars was the worst thing because Ulrik had to leave once because he'd left his ID back at the hotel room. Bjorn, of course, kicked up a shit storm and they ended up all getting arrested because of their crazy singer. Bjorn had smashed up the club in anger and then kicked the bouncer in the head. Yeah.
"Does this bother you that I am young?"
The Swede pressed small kisses up the side of Dee's neck.
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"There's nothing wrong with looking young. I get it too because I've got a flat chest." She liked her body but some people did think she was a kid due to her size. At least once that she could recall, people told Devon he was gross for being with such a young woman.
"No. Does it bother you that I'm old?" She didn't think either of them cared or they would be here kissing.
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Ulrik stared at her chest a little then found himself blushing because he wanted to get closer to her. As for the age gap did it really matter to him? No, not really. Bjorn was dating Rekker so why should this be any different? He was a man in his own right and this was perfectly legal.
"The age of consent is 15 in my own country so this is legal for me. It doesn't bother me that you are older."
The Swede slid his hand up Dee's thigh once more, just caressing the skin there slowly.
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"!5?" She's a little surprised. "It's 18 here."
It takes her a moment to recover from that shock as she pushes her hair back out of her face. "You must be a leg man. You keep touching mine." She leaned in and kissed his cheek, warm and playful.
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Ulrik smiled coyly and glanced down at where his hand rested just above her knee on her exposed thigh. Was he a leg man? It would seem so. He'd be added to the list of leg men within the large tour group. The closeness felt good as he pushed back any nerves he might have and gently kissed her just below her earlobe on her neck, peppering kisses down it.
"You are right. I must be a leg man having dated Bjorn and others with long legs."
The Swede then nipped on her earlobe softly feeling the want and desire rushing through his veins.
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Dee couldn't help the giggles as he kissed down her neck, she's a bit ticklish and his bangs were tickling her ears.
"I have nice legs but they are short like me." She teases but can't get the giggles under control. Turning, Dee slid her legs up and across Ulrik's lap and slid her arms around his neck. It feels nice to have less pressure, someone who didn't come after her because she was famous.
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Ulrik loved how she giggled when his hair tickled her ears. It was so cute just to hear her and he wanted to hear more sounds coming from her. The guitarist didn't care that her legs were short because he liked touching them none the less. He held her waist in his hands and then kissed her chin and then her lips, deepening the kiss as he rocked upwards slightly, feeling fire deep within his loins.
"You're very sexy."
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She nuzzled him a little before their lips met, her lips parting to his. The fire was definitely there and that push of hips started getting the bassist wet. Dee pushed her fingers up into Ulrik's hair at the back of his head, loving the feeling of how soft it was.
"So are you." She spoke breathless from the kiss. "Do you want to undress me, hmm?"
She's grinning and knows it might make the young guitarist blush.
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Ulrik just giggled at his words because he was getting more horny by the moment and could feel his shyness begin to slip away. He kissed her jaw and then hummed in pleasure at the idea of undressing her. It was very hot and the young Swede now had a semi-erection straining at the crotch of his pants.
"I'd love to."
His hands roaming over his chest just lightly brushing over her bra top, wondering if it would be easy to remove.
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She giggled because he was and how absolutely cheesy and cliche this flirting was getting. Dee tipped her head back and let out a sigh when she felt him under her, wiggling in his lap. The young guitarist pulled a gasp from her when his hands brushed across the hard nipples just beneath the thin fabric of her halter shirt. It would be far easier than a bra, just the two ties at the back.
"Can I undress you?" Her hand slipped down to tug up on his shirt. There's a playfulness to what is happening between them that is both fun and sexy, nearly innocent. Not that Dee has been innocent in a long time.
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