Physical Therapy
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midnight_devilFor SMUT prompt 48) “I can’t wait to put bruises all over that pretty skin.”
Vars was letting Viktor drive today, something they had slowly settled into overtime, even if Vars still spent more time at the handlebars of the bikes than Viktor. The Norwegian had gone through another round of therapy for his leg and knew the pain would be intense when he was ready to leave, too much to keep the focus he preferred to have while riding anyway. Viktor eagerly agreed to drive Vars’ chopped out bike for the day.
By the time Vars walked out front, leaning heavily on the new cane he was given, Viktor was pacing around on the clinic’s lawn chain smoking, not that the bassist is surprised by it at all. The British punk didn’t wait well and lacked general patience. The constant need for movement and aggression added to his charm as far as the bassist was concerned.
“What’s that?”
Vars didn’t catch what Viktor meant, while walking toward him, until he remembered that he didn’t have a cane when Viktor dropped him off earlier.
“Have metal cane for help until therapy done.” Vars explained. Of course, it was all black and heavier metal to take the wear and tear Vars put on his canes.
“A new cane.” Viktor laughed while tossing down his finished cigarette and giving the Norwegian a punch in the shoulder as he walked by. “You’re a kinky bastard, Spikey.”
Vars smirked, snorting a laugh about the accusation. Especially once he decided to confirm it by giving the Brit a fast and hard crack on the ass with the cane in question. Viktor jumped with the unexpectedness of the strike and the bassist was pleased to see the barely contained cry written all over his lover’s expression. This would start a fight for sure as they physically harassed each other.
“That was fucking hard.” The Brit snipped but it only caused Vars to laugh more.
“Put bruise on pretty boy ass.” Vars was threatening to give Viktor another hit but the Brit was defensively facing him now. To outsiders, maybe it looked serious but for the two blondes this was hardly more than flirting. “Doctor give heavy cane. Make nice bruise on ass.”
Vars put the cane down to start walking again while Viktor finally got his composure. “Do you think you’re going to hit me again?”
He was being arrogant and defiant as he straddled the bike while waiting for Vars, who was even slower walking than usual. He climbed on the back behind Viktor and bit the singer, roughly, behind the ear. “Know pretty boy like ass hit.”
Viktor said nothing as he started the bike up but Vars knew better. He could feel the tension in the Brit when he slid his arms around his waist. Shit was going to get smashed when they got back to the hotel. This was just the beginning of a play fight that was going to leave the Brit’s ass black and blue before the night was done.
Vars was letting Viktor drive today, something they had slowly settled into overtime, even if Vars still spent more time at the handlebars of the bikes than Viktor. The Norwegian had gone through another round of therapy for his leg and knew the pain would be intense when he was ready to leave, too much to keep the focus he preferred to have while riding anyway. Viktor eagerly agreed to drive Vars’ chopped out bike for the day.
By the time Vars walked out front, leaning heavily on the new cane he was given, Viktor was pacing around on the clinic’s lawn chain smoking, not that the bassist is surprised by it at all. The British punk didn’t wait well and lacked general patience. The constant need for movement and aggression added to his charm as far as the bassist was concerned.
“What’s that?”
Vars didn’t catch what Viktor meant, while walking toward him, until he remembered that he didn’t have a cane when Viktor dropped him off earlier.
“Have metal cane for help until therapy done.” Vars explained. Of course, it was all black and heavier metal to take the wear and tear Vars put on his canes.
“A new cane.” Viktor laughed while tossing down his finished cigarette and giving the Norwegian a punch in the shoulder as he walked by. “You’re a kinky bastard, Spikey.”
Vars smirked, snorting a laugh about the accusation. Especially once he decided to confirm it by giving the Brit a fast and hard crack on the ass with the cane in question. Viktor jumped with the unexpectedness of the strike and the bassist was pleased to see the barely contained cry written all over his lover’s expression. This would start a fight for sure as they physically harassed each other.
“That was fucking hard.” The Brit snipped but it only caused Vars to laugh more.
“Put bruise on pretty boy ass.” Vars was threatening to give Viktor another hit but the Brit was defensively facing him now. To outsiders, maybe it looked serious but for the two blondes this was hardly more than flirting. “Doctor give heavy cane. Make nice bruise on ass.”
Vars put the cane down to start walking again while Viktor finally got his composure. “Do you think you’re going to hit me again?”
He was being arrogant and defiant as he straddled the bike while waiting for Vars, who was even slower walking than usual. He climbed on the back behind Viktor and bit the singer, roughly, behind the ear. “Know pretty boy like ass hit.”
Viktor said nothing as he started the bike up but Vars knew better. He could feel the tension in the Brit when he slid his arms around his waist. Shit was going to get smashed when they got back to the hotel. This was just the beginning of a play fight that was going to leave the Brit’s ass black and blue before the night was done.
