thisisgroundcontrol | I've Been Yearning

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Robert couldn't break his thoughts as he sat in his room alone staring out the window. The hotel was quiet. Tom had taken the bands to their concerts in the limo because Robert needed time to think. That was two days ago and they were all away in San Francisco. The excuse had been to spend time with Rekker who, like Robert, didn't want company right now. His mind was a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. Some raised terror and panic in his chest until he couldn't breath from the crushing weight. Others were taking h is breath for different reasons and raced like electricity through his whole body, tingling in all the right places. He had a glass of wine in hand with the stem pressing into his thigh as he rhythmically tapped the side with a finger. He felt aggitated and nothing was settling him down.

He looked to the time on the clock and then the door and back to the clock with a heavy sigh. He wanted them to comeback and wanted them to stay away indefinitely. Bloody hell it was madness. He emptied the wine glass in one gulp and thought about refilling it but that would mean a trip to the kitchenette. He was too anxious to stand up and do anything. Too anxious to sit still, too, though he remained rooted in the chair.

The sun was going down and the lights coming on in the city. It filled his mind with memories that sent shivers down his spine, calloused hands working the tension out of his back and hips rocking against his waist. The morning waking to warm touch and need for someone he'd spent weeks trying to hold at arms length. Robert stood to get another glass of wine, wondering what the hell he was doing with a man half his age? He took the wine out of the refridgerator and even it had memories attached to it. He set the bottle down on the counter to stare at it. Sighing he picked it up and poured a glass before returning it to the rack. Rubbing his face, he pushed his fingers through his curls, working them through his tangled hair before picking up the glass.

Half way across the room there were voices in the hall, muffled, that sent such strong shivers through his body that his hand trembled. The wine glass nearly went to the floor as he listened to them move past his door and down the hall. He felt jumpy inside as he sat down on the couch again. He could smell Erik in the furniture and in his bed. No amount of room service had been capable of removing it completely and it hung around him causing his breath to refuse normalcy.

He was dreaming about him, or rather day dreaming about the fingers in his hair, pulling purred sounds from him as they worked the tension out of his scalp. Erik was under his skin and Robert didn't like it. It was too fast, too much for his unsorted thoughts and feelings. And he was addicted. Robert had fought actual addiction to pills and booze and all that came with it that left your head swimming and unable to focus on anything else. This felt the same and he wanted to chase the high. The high that let him forget his anxiety and depression. He forgot everything but the feeling of their skin and their bodies the moment Erik touched him, even when it wasn't sexual.

Sipping the wine he saw his phone on the table. It let his mind run away with fantasies. Maybe he could call. Erik wasn't playing, just hanging around. He could send a cab and get him back here in five hours. That got a sigh because that was too long to even consider. They could be kissing faster if he took Tom's car and picked him up at the venue. Robert gasped aloud and then pressed his forehead into his hand to try and avoid the fantasies that crashed in on him after imagining how he could get the young guitarist back here, back in his presence. Hands in his hair, the weight in his lap, and the lips across his collar bones. He set the glass aside and let his hand drift to the inside of his thigh, across the tight fabric of his pants. Thoughts jumped to the morning in the kitchenette with the Swede pressed to his back, reaching around with his fingers delving low.

He still held his head against the madness like a migraine that wouldn't quit, the thoughts permiated his mind, drove his hand to stroke his manhood roughly through his jeans. His mind went wild with thoughts of Erik in his lap, stradling him and grinding down on his body. His hand pressing harder to his body to try and recreate the feeling of that weight and lewd humping. Everything responded to those thoughts immediately; breath quickening and cock hard, ready for someone who wasn't even in the same city right now. The Brit could only laugh as he remembered being a teenage boy with feelings like these. Years had passed since he felt anything even close to this sensation.

There was no stopping the desire to roughly rub himself and push his hips into his hands, both now shoved between his spread legs as he sat on the couch. He wanted the Swede so bad he froze and sat up, flushed red in the cheeks and across his chest. Nothing was filling in for the young man and at the same time the emotions rushed back of feeling like he was robbing the cradle. Erik was old enough to be in a relationship but the age difference hit hard. He'd pay to have the young man here.

At those thoughts he gave up. Grabbing his phone he was intent on sending a text to Erik but what to say. He kept typing and erasing things that felt foolishly desperate. After more tries than he cared to count Robert dropped the phone on the couch beside him and picked up his wine glass, quickly sipping down the whole glass. His fingers drumming wildly on the arm of the couch. The questioning of his own behavior came back tenfold. What was he doing obsessing over a young rockstar? The driver laughed at himself as he thought maybe this is what a teenage girl felt like in the crowd. All wound up and nothing to do, questioning themselves about what they felt at every turn. He glanced at his phone wondering what a teenage girl would text their rockstar infatuated crush if they could. The only possible response to his train of thought was laughter so intense his cheeks burned. This was beyond crazy.

Giggling fit undercontrol and wine glass drained, he set the stemware on the table and picked the phone back up. It was still open to the messanger, cursor flashing impatiently as he stared. He pushed his curls back, holding them out of the way while his eyes glazed over and focused again. All the messages before were innocuous. Asks for rides or if he'd seen someone or another, questions about concert times. Robert carried the phone and the glass back to the kitchenette, gawking at the screen the whole way and all through pouring another glass of wine. He turned to lean on the counter; wine in one hand and phone in the other. He sipped more wine and could feel the heat from getting drunk. It drew his gaze to the bottle to see he had nearly emptied it in the past hour, maybe less. Sighing he set his glass down and wiped his damp hand on his pant leg before trying to type. His fingers hesitated and then he typed, hitting send before he had time to second guess himself. The message wasn't lewd or demanding. It was simple and honest.

I miss you.

Robert shoved the phone in his back pocket then walked out to open the balcony door. He stepped out with his wine glass while watching the the cars and city on the move but his whole presence was tense, waiting for the buzz of some response. His heart was racing, pounding painfully, while he accepted his admittance of affections he had just sent out to the Swede. Panic rose and fell in tides. First worrying about his own feelings and then imagining that Erik wouldn't want to hear it or that it sounded clingy or strange. Peering at the wine glass in his hand he understood the punks wanting to throw and smash everything. It takes willpower not to chuck the wine glass off the balcony with all of his strength. He set it down on the outside table, still leaning on the rail and scrutinizing the people on the street below. How he wished for and despised the idea that one of the people walking into the hotel lobby below might be the Swedish guitarist who had infested his thoughts all evening.

Current Location: Los Angeles, California
Current Music: Whole Lotta Love -Led Zeppelin

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Yes, I'm an artist as well as a guitarist. I sketch and paint mostly but have been known to carve and delve into other things too.

Did this interest the Brit? Erik's heart was fluttering at the image of Robert sat naked on the bed while he was being painted by the Swede. Would this happen one day? He hoped so. He continued to type whilst gazing out of the taxi window now and then as the scenery changed once again.

I love those skilled fingers of yours. Mine are for a brush and guitar.

A small giggle and Erik's mind was delving into the gutter once more.

I'd like to see some of your paintings.

The fluttering in his heart had him thinking of maybe taking a painting back to his cottage. Robert, as a realist, knew that Erik would eventually find his own band and they would be away from each other for a vast majority of the time. Erik on one tour and Robert on another. He didn't want to think about that too much because he was already having enough emotional issues.

Hair brush? Robert couldn't help the tease and laughter about all the time Erik spent running his hands through his hair.

I would love to show you some of them. My sketches are back in my hotel room in my book if you are interested in those too. Charcoal and graphite stick I use for those.

He had some he had done of Robert even though he had shown no one else. Not even Aarne had seen them because they were private and special to him. Mostly ones of Robert's face and hair.

Hair brush and paint brush? You know how much you love me touching your hair. I want to now. It makes me ache.

I don't do artistic drawings but I do landscape drawings.

Sharing art felt good, the kind of closeness Robert craved more than the physical sometimes. Sharing his life was what he wanted with someone, sure part of that was physical but a much smaller part than it felt was the norm for everyone around him.

I haven't brushed it yet. Should I wait?

He wouldn't mind the Swede coming in, getting comfortable with a drink and joining him out on the balcony to brush his hair. It sounded like perfection. The closeness he craved and then after they could head to bed and indulge the closeness that he knew Erik craved. He's slowly working into a balance in the relationship that is developing. He still feels flighty and the desire to hold the Swede at arms length or lock him out entirely but those feelings are happening less often now, though they still do.

Landscapes? I would love to see your work, Robert. One artist to another.

Erik felt a flutter inside at the fact that he and Robert were bonding more over similar things they were interested in. The sex was good but there had to be more between two people and this was a start. The Swede wanted to spend more time with the Brit, being close and bonding with him.

Please, sweetie. I want to brush it for you. Five hours is like torture.

He sat back in his seat and wondered where he was now. Somewhere in LA. The place was sprawling and huge. All the lights were now on since it was getting dark outside. What was the time even? Erik had lost track due to drinking and getting high with his brother.

For the new gardens.

The idea of sitting out here and sharing these things had Robert sighing and feeling happier about the situation than he had before. The speed of the relationship, the pushing and the age difference.. as well as approach to relationship differences had made things very rocky, still did sometimes.

It's less than 5 now.

How much less he couldn't say because the clock was out of sight. Just as well since he might start pacing if he fretted over the time.

New gardens? Oh, I must see these. I'm curious about your gardens back home in the UK.

The Swede was genuinely curious about the man outside of the limo so to speak. What he did back home in the UK when he wasn't driving crazy rock stars around all the time. Erik just sighing at the thought of spending time with the man he loved inside beautiful gardens.

Less than five hours yet I want to touch you. My pants are still tight.

Was it after ten? Who knew.

I might have some pictures.

He thought maybe there were a few around. There was plenty of time to look around before the Swede arrived. Robert still wasn't thinking too much about future activities with Erik. He simply moved slower.

That's why I took mine off. How far out are you?

I would love to see them. As for pictures of my homeland I might have some in my guitar case.

Erik often carried pictures of his homeland around with him when travelling with bands or on tour. It helped ground him when times got crazy and helped him remember his home when he was thousands of miles away.

It's hard to tell. Not long now. The driver has been good so far taking shortcuts and travelling at a good speed. Shouldn't be long now, sweetie.

All the Swede could picture now was Robert without any pants on and it was making his own skinny jeans even tighter.

I'll look.

There's a long pause while Robert looks around in his suitcase for pictures of home and then wanders off to get something to eat. Too much booze was making him a little queasy on an empty stomach. He forgot about the phone for awhile but eventually comes back.

Sorry, I needed to make food. You should be getting close now.

He still forgot to look at the clock to see how long it had been since they started texting.

I shall wait to see what you will show me.

Erik noticed the long pause while Robert was off the phone. Maybe he had dozed off? It must be well past midnight now and the early hours of the morning were upon them. A cop car flew past the taxi with full sirens on. That sight reminded Erik of the crazy punks who often got in trouble with the law according to what Hunter had told his brother. Then just as the Swede was beginning to drop off himself his phone vibrated on his leg.

It's ok. I nearly dropped off just now. Food? I haven't eaten since before I left for the club hours ago. My brother kept refilling my glass. He's a devious bitch you know. It should be a few minutes now.

The excitement welling up inside the guitarist knowing he'd reach Robert's hotel soon.

How close are you? I can cook something.

Robert was drinking tea now to sober up a little. He wasn't sure how long Erik was going to want to stay up after getting in. This would also prevent the nasty hangover he had last time he drank this much.

I think ten minutes according to what the driver says. Do not put yourself out for me, sweetie. It is late.

Erik didn't want to be a burden to Robert if he wanted to wind down for the night. But if he did want to cook then the Swede would be welcoming that. His stomach was rumbling a little bit.

Not far now.

I'll make something. The door will be unlocked when you get here.

And with that, Robert took his wine off to the kitchen, tied up his robe and hair, then set about cooking for the Swede.

Thank you, Robert. This is thoughtful of you.

Most of the coke had worn off by now and the booze wasn't as rampant in the young Swede's body as it had been before. Five hours had flown by and now all he wanted to do was eat and see his fluffy Brit teddy bear. The taxi soon stopped outside of the hotel as Erik set about writing out the cheque to the driver, handing it to him and then waving as the can drove off into the night. $1500 well spent.

I'm at the hotel now. See you in a bit.

A short flight up the stairs and Erik was at Robert's room. He nearly knocked but remembered the door was unlocked so pushed it open and then stood in the room with his hands jammed into his well-fitted jeans.

Edited Date: 2021-08-31 08:10 pm (UTC)

Robert was just finishing up in the kitchen when Erik showed up, plating out pasta with loads of veggies and a cheese and tomato sauce. A good meal for someone who had been drinking for a long time. The smile that comes when he hears the door is huge. Even Robert is caught off guard by how happy he is to have the Swede back.

"I'm in the kitchen." He calls when he heard the footsteps stop in the main room. He's got fresh bread for his lover and is now pouring himself more tea, done with the wine for the night.

Walking into the kitchen, Erik spotted Robert wearing a robe and found himself staring and admiring the Brit. How he had missed him over the last few days. Had it really been that long since they'd been together? It had felt like an eternity for the Swede who had been wanting the older man to warm his bed and make him feel all fluttery inside.

"Oh, that smells good! Pasta? I am so hungry. It is so late but my stomach is complaining. Do you need me to help you take some things out?"

Erik wanted to help because it was late and he wanted to help the man who had gone to all this trouble to cook so late at night.

Robert gave him a one armed hug and a kiss on the cheek. He could play it off however he wanted and try to convince himself otherwise but he was getting hooked on the Swede. He offered Erik the plate and shook his head.

"I already ate. Go sit and I'll be in as soon as I clean up." He was sort of shooing him out but playfully. He wanted Erik to go relax and eat. The couple of dishes and wiping the counter wouldn't take long at all.

The one armed hug and kiss on the cheek felt good as Erik offered one back to Robert's own cheek before he was being shooed out of the kitchen. This part reminded him of when Hunter was busy cooking in his frilly leopard print apron shooing his brother out of the kitchen for being in the way. It was cute that Robert was this way inclined too.

"Alright. Chef Robert."

Erik winked at his lover and went to sit at the table, grateful that he was finally going to eat something after so many hours without food. His stomach made a grumbling noise and he stifled a giggle at that. Was it loud? Probably.

"Chef?" Robert laughed as he turned to take care of the dishes, speaking loud so that Erik could hear. "I thought I was a secret agent."

It doesn't take long before Robert comes in to join Erik at the table with a pot of tea and an extra mug if Erik wants some.

"You can be a secret agent disguised as a chef?"

Erik was often a boyish dork and even Hunter knew that. But it was cute and now the hungry Swede was stuffing his face with food, famished. He nodded as he looked up with a mouthful of pasta and swallowed.

"This is so good. I love it. You really are a good cook, Robert."

Taking the mug with thanks, Erik took a few big gulps then went back to eating. Goodness, he was hungry!

"There's an American movie like that where the chef turns out to be a navy seal."

Robert had watched a few movies with Ziggy who ate up human culture but he didn't remember it exactly.

Robert reached over and ruffled up Erik's hair laughing. "Should I have made more?"

He was used to the big appetite. Robert ate rather moderately most of the time but Erik was younger.

"There is? I have not seen it, sötnos. This food is so good---"

Erik continued piling big forkfuls into his mouth and humming in pleasure at the food. So good. The hair ruffling got him giggling after he swallowed his mouthful. It made him blush under his messy mop of black hair.

"Do not worry, I will still be hungry for dessert after this."

The Swede licked his lips and shot a suggestive wink to Robert as he then went back to eating.

"I'll make you into a vegetarian eventually." Robert laughed but it wasn't serious. He didn't care what Erik ate and would even cook things for him that Robert wouldn't eat.

He shook his head while sipping his tea. "You might have to wait until morning for that dessert. It's late and I've been drinking all day."

Not that he was going to mention that loneliness had caused the drinking to start. Still sipping his tea he reached over with his free hand to stroke Erik's forearm. The closeness was the addictive part, sex was just a part of that, but what Robert really missed when the Swede was gone was touch.

"I do like my meat but I am open to eat what you make for me. I'm not fussy."

Erik was serious about this. If Robert wanted to be a vegetarian then the Swede respected that and would eat with his lover whatever it might be. He just didn't want to cause any issues because of their food choices. Swallowing another mouthful, Erik nodded.

"I understand. Then, I shall look forward to a morning dessert then."

He smiled cheekily and then finished what was on his plate, totally full up. That had been so good. The stroking to his arm got the Swede reaching over the table to stroke at Robert's jaw. Just the simple touch got the guitarist's heart hammering fast inside of his chest. It seemed he craved the Brit's touch almost like needing air to breathe. He was so in love.