Billy just grinned and bopped Rik on the nose with the tip of his finger before noticing the Dane's quick hands reaching out and taking one of Gilly's toast triangles. Bønne was getting treated at the breakfast table this morning and the guitarist just snorted when his bitchy brother frowned and went to whack Rik's hand.
"Hey, don't steal my breakfast you Danish cock sucker."
Billy just groaning at his brother's tarty behaviour, offering up Gilly a kick under the table. The drummer now aiming one back along with a middle finger. Brotherly love at it's best. Hunter just pulling Gilly close to give him a kiss to the cheek. That shut him up for the minute. Billy glancing towards Bønne licking off the jam from Gilly's toast.
"You have your moments." Rik says while trying to hold in his laughter.
"Don't try slapping me you British cocksucker." Rik is laughing and it is a good natured tease, cheeky and friendly. Then he has to tuck his legs under his chair to avoid all the kicking.
Rik went back to Bønne who has taken the toast completely and is now sitting up on the edge of the table eating happily.
"It's a treat for her." Sweets and bread weren't the best for rats but Rik did indulge her occassionally. "Are you ready to eat like a Dane?"
Billy delved his fingers under Rik's shirt and tickled him softly because it was too irresistible not to. He loved winding his Dane up even at the breakfast table it seemed. Gilly might be a tart but Billy didn't want to think he was as bitchy as his baby brother. The cocksucker comment got the guitarist laughing as he just saw the look the drummer offered the Dane. Priceless.
"Does this mean I get to stuff a huge sausage in my mouth?"
Trashmouth Billy? Yep, he certainly was a lot like Gilly.
"I'm not touching your sausage, mate. Not yet at least."
Billy shot Rik a wink and then noticed Gilly giggling a little because Hunter was kissing his ear. Of course he was. Those two. Even at the breakfast table it seemed they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Yet, Billy knew his brother deserved all the attention after denying himself for so long.
"You did the dare so it's my go to give your prize after this. Dirty Denny's for lunch. Ronno says they serve up a big sausage there."
Rik smirked smugly while teasing his partner. Of course Gilly and Hunter were making out at the table, when weren't they snuggling and kissing or fucking? Still, it made the Dane smile happily. Hunter deserved this after so many hurts and pain.
"You're sausage obsessed today?"
Rik laughed and then arranged things so that the food could be put in front of them.
"You know I'll get to touch it when we're together alone."
A wiggle of his eyebrows and Billy was smirking whilst keeping an eye out on Gilly just in case the tart wanted to smack him or poke fun. It seemed he was wrapped up in his Swede which was a good thing. Moving his own plates and glass, Billy wondered what Danish delights were going to be served up to him.
"I'm always sausage obsessed, smukke. You of all people should know that."
He gently reached under the table to squeeze Rik's thigh playfully.
Rik leaned over and kissed Billy's cheek as the food was brought; Oatmeal with heavy cream, butter, honey, raisins, almonds, and apple; soft boiled eggs served in the shells still, sausages.
He flushed from the dirty talk but instantly cried out at the squeeze under the table because it tickled a hell of a lot.
"Let me eat first." Rik slapped at Billy's hand, playful and happy as ever.
All this delicious food. Billy's eyes took it all in as he sat back and felt his mouth begin to salivate at it all. He was hungry and this Danish food looked really good.
"Ok, you can eat first. Then I get to eat you. Fair?"
Such a dirty mouth but Billy was giggling and Hunter couldn't help but overhear that part as he broke off from kissing Gilly. The Swede raised an eyebrow but then smirked and went back to kissing his drummer. The guitarist just rolled his eyes at the singer and his brother but was too interested in the food.
Of course it would be later because the sausage eating Billy wanted to do was not fit for the breakfast table. The kiss on the cheek got him giggling as he was now staring at the porridge bowl.
"Grød? This looks like porridge I get home. Mum used to make this for me and Gilly when we were younger. The tarty bastard flicked some in my eye when I was about nine."
Brotherly love at it's best. Right now, Billy was eyeing Gilly up with a look that said mischief. Would he get his own back after all these years and flick Grød into his tarty brother's face? Maybe.
"Close. It's oats but it should taste close enough." They didn't have the real thing here but it should approximate the flavor enough.
Rik glanced between Billy and Gilly absolutely unsurprised if a food fight starts. Instead he takes a piece of fruit from his bowl to share with Bønne.
"Oats? Yeah, that's like porridge back home for us. I like mine with extra milk so I can tip the bowl up and lick it all out when I've finished."
Such a dirty expression Billy was now pulling as he licked his lips and elbowed Rik playfully. Gilly still watching his brother with beady eyes whilst holding onto Hunter's arm as they all ate. Then, it began as Billy giggled, sliding his spoon into his grød and then flicking a spoonful right at the drummer's tarty face. It made a soft "splat" sound as Gilly gasped and nearly let out a girly squeal.
"Fuck---you bitch!"
The drummer got a spoonful of his own cereal and flicked it back at his brother but missed, instead getting Rik in the face.
Rik responds with a playful grin and able to ignore the bitching between Billy and Gilly. It was a constant in his life. However, when he gets hit in the face he looks up from his food with a fully disappointed look.
"Real fucking funny." He stands up, reaches across the table and takes Gilly's food as he sits back down. Eyes locked on the tarty drummer he sets the food down and Bonne instantly is in it eating. Then he wipes the oats off his face and sighs.
Gilly's eyes go wide when his aim misses and hits the Dane in the face instead. Shit. That hadn't meant to happen and now the drummer was blushing and then gasping when Rik took his breakfast and gave it to Bønne.
"It wasn't supposed to hit you. Hey---that's my breakfast, you Danish bastard."
He went to snatch it back but then the rat was eating it. Oh god. Gilly just frowned and pouted, putting on a bitchy face. Billy ruffled the drummer's hair and giggled, which earned him a kick from under the table. Hunter saw what was going on and rolled his eyes. Oh dear. He patted Gilly's arm and offered his lover some of his own toast.
"If you're throwing it, you weren't interested in eating it." Rik gets sassy right back at Gilly. He is playful but the idea of getting oatmeal in his hair was unacceptable. "Bonne is hungry."
Gilly got up and leant over the table aiming a slap to his brother's cheek but only ended up falling forwards onto the table, near knocking his older brother's breakfast onto the floor. Jesus. Billy annoyed voiced his anger at his baby tart brother;
"Fuck, you tart!--"
Billy yelled at his brother and then went to yank at Gilly's tarty pants, pulling them down so that it revealed the drummer's pale ass cheeks. Hunter nearly dropped his breakfast into his lap when he gasped at seeing what was going on. Joe grinned and got up laughing and clapping at seeing Gilly's naked ass.
"Naked ass!"
Mick and Weird both just staring at each other but then laughing softly. Gilly the tart.
Billy snapped back at Gilly but then giggled at the whole thing of him getting his ass slapped as he sunk back down into his chair. Gilly who was now red as the tomato on his brother's plate just slumped down in his seat as Hunter wrapped two arms around his lover trying to comfort him.
"Here, mate."
The Brit offered Rik his own napkin for his face. What a shit show already and it wasn't even 9 O'clock yet! Trust the Tart Twins to start a food fight at the table.
"Both tarts? Gilly is more tartier than me and everyone knows it. Aren't you, bitch?"
Billy playfully went to slap at his brother's face and this caused the drummer to pout and offer a kick under the table. At least Hunter was consoling Gilly and stopping a full-on brawl at the table. Going back to his breakfast, the Billy began tucking into some of his Danish delights.
"You're the one with a tart mouth right now." Rik giggles and gives Billy a bump with his shoulder before returning to his food.
"It's not as good as in Denmark but it's the best approximation with American food." Which was good enough. Rik was just spoiled, partially by his upbringing and partially by Aarne and his constant cooking.
"Rude, smukke. My brother is much more tartier than me."
Billy tucked into his food then offered Rik a playful glance before sliding a hand underneath the table and squeezing the Dane's thigh. He was eating with his fork in one hand and the other on Rik's leg. Fucking tease.
"I can't wait to swallow your sausage again."
The Brit licked his lips suggestively and noticed Gilly looking between the two. Hunter now nuzzling into his drummer's ear.
Billy got his sausage and began mouthing it lewdly at the table, sliding the end in between his lips sucking on it loudly. Such a dirty tart. Gilly and Hunter just going wide-eyed a little at the display. Biting off the end he then swallowed and continued to play with his sausage, watching Rik the whole time.
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Billy just grinned and bopped Rik on the nose with the tip of his finger before noticing the Dane's quick hands reaching out and taking one of Gilly's toast triangles. Bønne was getting treated at the breakfast table this morning and the guitarist just snorted when his bitchy brother frowned and went to whack Rik's hand.
"Hey, don't steal my breakfast you Danish cock sucker."
Billy just groaning at his brother's tarty behaviour, offering up Gilly a kick under the table. The drummer now aiming one back along with a middle finger. Brotherly love at it's best. Hunter just pulling Gilly close to give him a kiss to the cheek. That shut him up for the minute. Billy glancing towards Bønne licking off the jam from Gilly's toast.
"She likes that."
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"Don't try slapping me you British cocksucker." Rik is laughing and it is a good natured tease, cheeky and friendly. Then he has to tuck his legs under his chair to avoid all the kicking.
Rik went back to Bønne who has taken the toast completely and is now sitting up on the edge of the table eating happily.
"It's a treat for her." Sweets and bread weren't the best for rats but Rik did indulge her occassionally. "Are you ready to eat like a Dane?"
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Billy delved his fingers under Rik's shirt and tickled him softly because it was too irresistible not to. He loved winding his Dane up even at the breakfast table it seemed. Gilly might be a tart but Billy didn't want to think he was as bitchy as his baby brother. The cocksucker comment got the guitarist laughing as he just saw the look the drummer offered the Dane. Priceless.
"Does this mean I get to stuff a huge sausage in my mouth?"
Trashmouth Billy? Yep, he certainly was a lot like Gilly.
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"Your own." Rik turned bright red. "Keep your hands off mine at the breakfast table."
He's still laughing and pets Bonne who goes back to her toast.
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Billy shot Rik a wink and then noticed Gilly giggling a little because Hunter was kissing his ear. Of course he was. Those two. Even at the breakfast table it seemed they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Yet, Billy knew his brother deserved all the attention after denying himself for so long.
"You did the dare so it's my go to give your prize after this. Dirty Denny's for lunch. Ronno says they serve up a big sausage there."
Because of course he said that.
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Rik smirked smugly while teasing his partner. Of course Gilly and Hunter were making out at the table, when weren't they snuggling and kissing or fucking? Still, it made the Dane smile happily. Hunter deserved this after so many hurts and pain.
"You're sausage obsessed today?"
Rik laughed and then arranged things so that the food could be put in front of them.
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A wiggle of his eyebrows and Billy was smirking whilst keeping an eye out on Gilly just in case the tart wanted to smack him or poke fun. It seemed he was wrapped up in his Swede which was a good thing. Moving his own plates and glass, Billy wondered what Danish delights were going to be served up to him.
"I'm always sausage obsessed, smukke. You of all people should know that."
He gently reached under the table to squeeze Rik's thigh playfully.
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He flushed from the dirty talk but instantly cried out at the squeeze under the table because it tickled a hell of a lot.
"Let me eat first." Rik slapped at Billy's hand, playful and happy as ever.
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"Ok, you can eat first. Then I get to eat you. Fair?"
Such a dirty mouth but Billy was giggling and Hunter couldn't help but overhear that part as he broke off from kissing Gilly. The Swede raised an eyebrow but then smirked and went back to kissing his drummer. The guitarist just rolled his eyes at the singer and his brother but was too interested in the food.
"What should I start with?"
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"Wherever you want?" Rik shrugs and goes to his food. "I usually start with the grød."
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"Grød? This looks like porridge I get home. Mum used to make this for me and Gilly when we were younger. The tarty bastard flicked some in my eye when I was about nine."
Brotherly love at it's best. Right now, Billy was eyeing Gilly up with a look that said mischief. Would he get his own back after all these years and flick Grød into his tarty brother's face? Maybe.
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Rik glanced between Billy and Gilly absolutely unsurprised if a food fight starts. Instead he takes a piece of fruit from his bowl to share with Bønne.
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Such a dirty expression Billy was now pulling as he licked his lips and elbowed Rik playfully. Gilly still watching his brother with beady eyes whilst holding onto Hunter's arm as they all ate. Then, it began as Billy giggled, sliding his spoon into his grød and then flicking a spoonful right at the drummer's tarty face. It made a soft "splat" sound as Gilly gasped and nearly let out a girly squeal.
"Fuck---you bitch!"
The drummer got a spoonful of his own cereal and flicked it back at his brother but missed, instead getting Rik in the face.
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Rik responds with a playful grin and able to ignore the bitching between Billy and Gilly. It was a constant in his life. However, when he gets hit in the face he looks up from his food with a fully disappointed look.
"Real fucking funny." He stands up, reaches across the table and takes Gilly's food as he sits back down. Eyes locked on the tarty drummer he sets the food down and Bonne instantly is in it eating. Then he wipes the oats off his face and sighs.
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"It wasn't supposed to hit you. Hey---that's my breakfast, you Danish bastard."
He went to snatch it back but then the rat was eating it. Oh god. Gilly just frowned and pouted, putting on a bitchy face. Billy ruffled the drummer's hair and giggled, which earned him a kick from under the table. Hunter saw what was going on and rolled his eyes. Oh dear. He patted Gilly's arm and offered his lover some of his own toast.
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Gilly got up and leant over the table aiming a slap to his brother's cheek but only ended up falling forwards onto the table, near knocking his older brother's breakfast onto the floor. Jesus. Billy annoyed voiced his anger at his baby tart brother;
"Fuck, you tart!--"
Billy yelled at his brother and then went to yank at Gilly's tarty pants, pulling them down so that it revealed the drummer's pale ass cheeks. Hunter nearly dropped his breakfast into his lap when he gasped at seeing what was going on. Joe grinned and got up laughing and clapping at seeing Gilly's naked ass.
"Naked ass!"
Mick and Weird both just staring at each other but then laughing softly. Gilly the tart.
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"You two are scaring Bonne." The Dane frowns at them but he notices Aarne across the way giggling and can't help but a tiny smile escaping.
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Billy snapped back at Gilly but then giggled at the whole thing of him getting his ass slapped as he sunk back down into his chair. Gilly who was now red as the tomato on his brother's plate just slumped down in his seat as Hunter wrapped two arms around his lover trying to comfort him.
"Here, mate."
The Brit offered Rik his own napkin for his face. What a shit show already and it wasn't even 9 O'clock yet! Trust the Tart Twins to start a food fight at the table.
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Rik is trying to be snotty but barely keeping the smile and giggles out of his expression.
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Billy playfully went to slap at his brother's face and this caused the drummer to pout and offer a kick under the table. At least Hunter was consoling Gilly and stopping a full-on brawl at the table. Going back to his breakfast, the Billy began tucking into some of his Danish delights.
"This tastes good, mate."
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"It's not as good as in Denmark but it's the best approximation with American food." Which was good enough. Rik was just spoiled, partially by his upbringing and partially by Aarne and his constant cooking.
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Billy tucked into his food then offered Rik a playful glance before sliding a hand underneath the table and squeezing the Dane's thigh. He was eating with his fork in one hand and the other on Rik's leg. Fucking tease.
"I can't wait to swallow your sausage again."
The Brit licked his lips suggestively and noticed Gilly looking between the two. Hunter now nuzzling into his drummer's ear.
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"Dirty tart mouth." Rik started to laugh as he waved his spoon at Billy. "like your brother."
Though he did lean in and give Billy a kiss on the cheek before going back to his food.
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Billy got his sausage and began mouthing it lewdly at the table, sliding the end in between his lips sucking on it loudly. Such a dirty tart. Gilly and Hunter just going wide-eyed a little at the display. Biting off the end he then swallowed and continued to play with his sausage, watching Rik the whole time.
Such a teasing tart.
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