Robert's nerves had completely calmed and it's clear in his tone and body language. "Agnostic; a is without and gnostic can be many things but in this sense knowledge of god. Agnostic means that the person is spiritual and usually believes that there is something greater than themselves but they see god, gods or whatever that is to be unknowable or something that humans can't understand completely. It's deep spirituality without religion or identifying a deity in a very broad definition."
He had no problem explaining his beliefs and was fairly open about them. He and Tom had manty conversations like this since, until the Stardust mission, Tom was more Christian and traditionally religious in his views on god. Aliens changed that quickly.
"Everyone's existence is defined by their beliefs, and that isn't limited to religious beliefs." Robert glanced at his passenger while he spoke. "I'm not bothered by the different religions here. I've heard of Freyr before from Vars."
Nodding slowly, Erik took it all in, so pleased that Robert was opening up to him like this. Agnostic. He was mulling the English word over in his head along with all what it meant because it was special to the Brit.
"Yes, Vars is also a pagan as are all the Scandinavians here on the tour. We're an odd lot to you Brits but we're friendly and fiercely loyal. Even my brother wouldn't hesitate to throw his heeled boot in some bastard's face to protect you or Tom."
This was the truth. The Ivarsson brothers were very close and stood up for one another just like a pair of brothers would. Their religion binding them into a pact of almost tribal belief which made them stronger overall. Erik just gazing at Robert with admiration, almost like a puppy would at it's master.
Erik blushed a little and pushed some of his messy hair back from his face. His boyish grin coming into view as he gazed upon the driver next to him. Gods, he found the older man so hot. The bond they were developing was special and he wondered how far their friendship would actually go. Hopefully, it would develop into something special---at least that's what the Swede fantasised about. This limo ride together was blossoming into something very special indeed.
"My brother and I follow Freyr. Some people who aren't pagans just think he's a god of big cocks. At least that's what Joe said when I told him."
"You think so? Perhaps. The crazy boy does love his Fin and is permanently attached to Aarne it seems. I have drawings of Freyr I could show you sometime."
Of course Erik had sketched his god among the other things being Robert. Lots of sketches of the driver with clothes on and without. Different poses and positions. Those were private though. Leaning back in his seat, Erik wondered how it was going back behind the glass screen. Probably chaos.
"Yes, it is similar. The fertility part is when we spread our seed over the land and make things grow."
"Trust me, I know. They hardly make it into the backseat before they start striping." Robert laughed good natured. They were in love, young and wild. It was cute, more so that they we so alike and able to keep up with each other.
Robert laughs and shakes his head. "Yes, the field plowing and sex connection. It's amusing how many turns of phrases come from that."
"I heard Tom call it the----sex mobile? Is that right? We're sitting in the sex mobile right now."
That got a boyish grin and a laugh out of the Swede, who looked to Robert and then giggled. Tom wasn't wrong though. How many rock stars had stripped and fucked inside? Probably a lot.
"Ploughing. Yes. That can also mean fucking."
Erik couldn't help himself as his eyes drifted down to Robert's crotch and he knew he had to control himself. It was going to be a long drive.
Robert can't control the near giggling laughter. "Yes, he does. That is why I had it soundproofed. I don't need to hear everyone in the back while I'm driving."
The whole conversation was turning subjects to lewd discourse, or he imagined it was on track for that.
"Sowing oats? Vars told me they jokingly say pillaging the fields." Robert had thought he knew a lot of slang until he ran into the Scandinavians, especially the Norwegian language, which had so much lewd, dirty and insulting slang.
"A good idea because my brother and his drummer get high and screamy together. You don't need to hear that."
Erik was giggling alongside Robert now, knowing full well that Joe and Aarne got shouty and loud too along with the punks growling and making animal noises. The guitarist had heard all kinds of noises when trying to sleep back in his hotel room alone. A pillow over the ears didn't really help either.
"Sowing oats? Yes. All these phrases mean the same. We say sådd av fröet och tillbearbetning av fälten. It means sowing the seed and tilling the fields."
"None of you are quiet back there." Robert laughs, glancing at Erik and then back at the road. "Tickling, arguing, sex, and hell, if there are more than three back there drinking."
Robert's teasing despite the truth of the statement. He knew they were a loud and rowdy bunch. They were rock stars after all.
"It's interesting but not surprising, that farming is a universal euphemism for sex."
"Unless they are asleep or passed it from booze. We're a rowdy lot, Robert. Are you sure you can keep up with us?"
The cheeky Swede giggled at the driver and then couldn't help but delve more into the euphemisms around sex and tilling the soil. Just staring at the older man made the younger man's heart skip a beat.
"How about using a garden....hoe? That could be a lot of funny things. I bet you're good with those strong hands of yours gripping that steering wheel all the time."
"Most of you snore when you're drunk." Robert barely gets the words out before laughing. "Tom and I can keep up with all of you at once. The one or a few usually in the back is easy."
He's not at all surprised to hear the young guitarist keeping the sexual innuendo going. The compliment warmed his cheek but he mad no comment to that part at all. "I'd rather keep the hoes out of the garden. They tend to crush all the flowers in the flower beds."
There was a story there, one that Robert wasn't yet sharing.
"We do? I know my brother snores when he's drunk on wine. I'm not sure about the others though."
Erik just leant back in his seat and then shot a look to Robert wondering what the driver meant by that. Hoes out of the garden? Crushing flowers? What did it all mean? The young guitarist frowning but giggling slightly.
"What does that all mean? Will you tell me?"
The Swede leant in closer so that his shoulder touched Robert's, enjoying that he got to sit in the passenger seat next to the Brit.
"Use my imagination? Ok! How about a fuck in the flowers then? Is that what you mean?"
Erik was stifling a cheeky giggle as he tugged on a few of Robert's curls gently before withdrawing his fingers once more. Just feeling those blond strands between his fingertips caused the young Swede to swell up with want and lust. He knew he'd have to try and behave somehow for the long drive.
"Rolling around naked fucking in the flowerbeds sounds hot, sötnos."
"That's why the hoes need to stay out of the garden. They crush the flowers." Robert started laughing, especially when he saw the hot red on the young guitarist's cheeks.
"Det är därför hoes måste hålla sig borta från trädgården? If you say so, Fluffig. I am not a hoe though."
Erik just giggled loudly and had to stifle himself with his hand over his mouth because it was just too funny. Robert's words causing the Swede to look down at the floor before glancing up at the Brit once more. Did he really mean that? Hoes? Surely, it was a joke.
"What have you heard about me being a hoe? But I am not one."
Erik just stared a little then snorted out a small giggle because no doubt Hunter had been saying things about his little brother. The young guitarist had slept around a bit during his drifting years but now all he wanted was Robert. There could be no one else.
"A fence? I'd like to help you rebuilt it. Even though making ice holes for fishing is my speciality among my village I've helped reign in reindeer in fences before too."
The young man always wanting to help and be useful. Just imagining Robert out gardening was hot too.
"You've been trying awfully hard to get my attention like one." Robert chuckled because it was true. Though he had heard some things, nothing any worse than he expected from a young rockstar.
Robert glanced over at the Swede who was talking like he was coming to Robert's house. "I'm sure I can manage."
"I have? I didn't think it was that obvious, sötnos."
Erik feigned innocence but it was obvious the young man adored the older Brit driver as he was now blushing softly and giggling. As for being able to manage, Erik just wanted to watch Robert garden. It was simple as that. Perhaps watch him do more than just driving because so far that is all the rock star had seen the man do mainly.
"Manage? But you know what they say? Two lots of hands are better than one!"
The Swede winked and then gently patted Robert on the arm.
The Fin was always acting crazy and Robert hadn't missed how he was setting up little suggestions to put the two men in the same place at the same time. Years of being a spy and manipulating circumstances made the behavior more obvious than it might be for the average person.
"I thought that saying was....." Then Robert just shut his mouth and laughed. He almost said: two heads are better than one, but he immediately saw that going right into the gutter.
Erik frowned, not knowing what that word meant. He knew quite a lot of complicated English but still struggled on some unlike his brother who was much better with longer words and phrases. Gently stroking Robert's arm the Swede was transfixed into what the Brit would say next.
"Oh? The saying is something else? Please tell me, sötnos. I want to learn."
This being in truth to learning about Robert and hearing his laugh. Oh that laugh just caused the younger man to nuzzle into the driver's arm, sighing.
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He had no problem explaining his beliefs and was fairly open about them. He and Tom had manty conversations like this since, until the Stardust mission, Tom was more Christian and traditionally religious in his views on god. Aliens changed that quickly.
"Everyone's existence is defined by their beliefs, and that isn't limited to religious beliefs." Robert glanced at his passenger while he spoke. "I'm not bothered by the different religions here. I've heard of Freyr before from Vars."
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"Yes, Vars is also a pagan as are all the Scandinavians here on the tour. We're an odd lot to you Brits but we're friendly and fiercely loyal. Even my brother wouldn't hesitate to throw his heeled boot in some bastard's face to protect you or Tom."
This was the truth. The Ivarsson brothers were very close and stood up for one another just like a pair of brothers would. Their religion binding them into a pact of almost tribal belief which made them stronger overall. Erik just gazing at Robert with admiration, almost like a puppy would at it's master.
"You are a very interesting man, Robert."
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He does laugh at the comment about Hunter because there was no doubt to Robert that the man would pull some bitchy shoe throwing and slapping.
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Erik blushed a little and pushed some of his messy hair back from his face. His boyish grin coming into view as he gazed upon the driver next to him. Gods, he found the older man so hot. The bond they were developing was special and he wondered how far their friendship would actually go. Hopefully, it would develop into something special---at least that's what the Swede fantasised about. This limo ride together was blossoming into something very special indeed.
"My brother and I follow Freyr. Some people who aren't pagans just think he's a god of big cocks. At least that's what Joe said when I told him."
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Was the Brit addicted to sex, maybe, but he was definitely attached to the Fin like he was a drug. Robert shrugged.
"I thought peace, fertility and the sun was Freyr, similar to Apollo in Greek?" He wasn't exactly sure but he had read some on mythology in his time.
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Of course Erik had sketched his god among the other things being Robert. Lots of sketches of the driver with clothes on and without. Different poses and positions. Those were private though. Leaning back in his seat, Erik wondered how it was going back behind the glass screen. Probably chaos.
"Yes, it is similar. The fertility part is when we spread our seed over the land and make things grow."
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Robert laughs and shakes his head. "Yes, the field plowing and sex connection. It's amusing how many turns of phrases come from that."
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That got a boyish grin and a laugh out of the Swede, who looked to Robert and then giggled. Tom wasn't wrong though. How many rock stars had stripped and fucked inside? Probably a lot.
"Ploughing. Yes. That can also mean fucking."
Erik couldn't help himself as his eyes drifted down to Robert's crotch and he knew he had to control himself. It was going to be a long drive.
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The whole conversation was turning subjects to lewd discourse, or he imagined it was on track for that.
"Sowing oats? Vars told me they jokingly say pillaging the fields." Robert had thought he knew a lot of slang until he ran into the Scandinavians, especially the Norwegian language, which had so much lewd, dirty and insulting slang.
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Erik was giggling alongside Robert now, knowing full well that Joe and Aarne got shouty and loud too along with the punks growling and making animal noises. The guitarist had heard all kinds of noises when trying to sleep back in his hotel room alone. A pillow over the ears didn't really help either.
"Sowing oats? Yes. All these phrases mean the same. We say sådd av fröet och tillbearbetning av fälten. It means sowing the seed and tilling the fields."
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Robert's teasing despite the truth of the statement. He knew they were a loud and rowdy bunch. They were rock stars after all.
"It's interesting but not surprising, that farming is a universal euphemism for sex."
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The cheeky Swede giggled at the driver and then couldn't help but delve more into the euphemisms around sex and tilling the soil. Just staring at the older man made the younger man's heart skip a beat.
"How about using a garden....hoe? That could be a lot of funny things. I bet you're good with those strong hands of yours gripping that steering wheel all the time."
Was the guitarist being dirty? Of course he was.
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He's not at all surprised to hear the young guitarist keeping the sexual innuendo going. The compliment warmed his cheek but he mad no comment to that part at all. "I'd rather keep the hoes out of the garden. They tend to crush all the flowers in the flower beds."
There was a story there, one that Robert wasn't yet sharing.
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Erik just leant back in his seat and then shot a look to Robert wondering what the driver meant by that. Hoes out of the garden? Crushing flowers? What did it all mean? The young guitarist frowning but giggling slightly.
"What does that all mean? Will you tell me?"
The Swede leant in closer so that his shoulder touched Robert's, enjoying that he got to sit in the passenger seat next to the Brit.
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He glanced over at the Swede and started laughing to the point he nearly snorted. "Use your imagination?"
He might tell him once he stopped laughing so much at the naivetés of the question.
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Erik was stifling a cheeky giggle as he tugged on a few of Robert's curls gently before withdrawing his fingers once more. Just feeling those blond strands between his fingertips caused the young Swede to swell up with want and lust. He knew he'd have to try and behave somehow for the long drive.
"Rolling around naked fucking in the flowerbeds sounds hot, sötnos."
The Swede's cheeks heating up.
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It was cute to watch him embarrass himself.
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Erik just giggled loudly and had to stifle himself with his hand over his mouth because it was just too funny. Robert's words causing the Swede to look down at the floor before glancing up at the Brit once more. Did he really mean that? Hoes? Surely, it was a joke.
"I can help you dig?"
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He winked at the Swede beside him. He was teasing the boy but he deserved it for this turn in the conversation.
"I do have a fence that needs rebuilt when I'm done with the tour." He was partially serious but not too much really.
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Erik just stared a little then snorted out a small giggle because no doubt Hunter had been saying things about his little brother. The young guitarist had slept around a bit during his drifting years but now all he wanted was Robert. There could be no one else.
"A fence? I'd like to help you rebuilt it. Even though making ice holes for fishing is my speciality among my village I've helped reign in reindeer in fences before too."
The young man always wanting to help and be useful. Just imagining Robert out gardening was hot too.
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Robert glanced over at the Swede who was talking like he was coming to Robert's house. "I'm sure I can manage."
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Erik feigned innocence but it was obvious the young man adored the older Brit driver as he was now blushing softly and giggling. As for being able to manage, Erik just wanted to watch Robert garden. It was simple as that. Perhaps watch him do more than just driving because so far that is all the rock star had seen the man do mainly.
"Manage? But you know what they say? Two lots of hands are better than one!"
The Swede winked and then gently patted Robert on the arm.
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The Fin was always acting crazy and Robert hadn't missed how he was setting up little suggestions to put the two men in the same place at the same time. Years of being a spy and manipulating circumstances made the behavior more obvious than it might be for the average person.
"I thought that saying was....." Then Robert just shut his mouth and laughed. He almost said: two heads are better than one, but he immediately saw that going right into the gutter.
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Erik frowned, not knowing what that word meant. He knew quite a lot of complicated English but still struggled on some unlike his brother who was much better with longer words and phrases. Gently stroking Robert's arm the Swede was transfixed into what the Brit would say next.
"Oh? The saying is something else? Please tell me, sötnos. I want to learn."
This being in truth to learning about Robert and hearing his laugh. Oh that laugh just caused the younger man to nuzzle into the driver's arm, sighing.