unholyterror | Follow me into hell?....

Rekker nodded. "Holding him up in the shower might be hard. We can brush the sand off of him."

Of course Niko was on the top floor. Rekker sighed. That was his luck but he was willing to help. How many times had he carried someone somewhere already.

"It will be easier once we're in the elevator." Rekker started to struggle with Jake as they needed to get up the few outside steps to the building.

"Yeah, let's get the sand off him at least because that can scratch and be painful."

Niko helped Rekker walk with Jake until all three men were at the closest elevator. How was the American doing? The Finn peered at him and could see he was still awake, just.

"Jake? It's ok, we're getting you into the elevator then up to my room to rest."

Hopefully, Jake could hear this.

Rekker brushed the sand off Jake's back while Niko was talking to Jake.

Jake groaned at first but lifted his head enough to look at Niko. His eyes are unfocused but he's grinning. He nodded, barely, and kissed Niko's cheek sloppily.

Niko giggled a little at the sloppy kiss, knowing full well that the playful American was still himself underneath all the booze that was making him sick. It was cute really.

"Let's get you up to the room. Uh Rekker---I might need help pushing the button while holding onto Jake."

The boy struggling a little with holding onto the drunk American and trying to work the lift.

Jake leaned into Niko and wrapped an arm around him. The same flirtatious American was still there just slowed and sort of out of it from all the drinking.

"Unless you want me to carry him for you?" Rekker asked as he helped Niko get Jake into the elevator. He wasn't so sure about carrying the American when he saw all the kissing. That was the last thing he needed because his luck would be Bjorn would see it.

"No, it's ok---I want to carry him. I'm willing and able."

Niko was defiant about this because he was enjoying holding tightly onto Jake because he liked the man---maybe more than he actually thought. The kissing was cute and the Finn felt little flutters inside every time it happened. Niko was 6'2" on the slimmer side but athletic and could lift most things.

"I'm just a little drunk which is making it harder for me."

Rekker shrugged. "He is your boyfriend, not mine."

Rekker would stay close by while the Finn tried to carry the American. He was drunk too but there was no way Rekker was going to try and argue with Niko. It was safer for Rekker if he wasn't carrying a flirty drunk around.

"Give me your keys first so I can open the doors."

Niko's eyes went a little wide when Rekker used the word boyfriend. Oh. Did this mean he was? The Finn felt himself smile and stroke Jake's hair a little as they helped the American along.

"My boyfriend?--oh well...uh yeah..."

The Finn pulled out his keys one-handed passing them to Rekker while holding onto Jake. The man was two inches taller than Niko and a little heavier.

"I have to carry mine all the time too." Rekker mentioned as he took the keys.

"If you need help let me know." Rekker stepped out and held the elevator door so it stayed open for the two that were slower. Jake was starting to pass out. Holding on with his head and face against Niko's neck. His legs aren't working well so the hall is going to be a struggle unless someone carries him.

"Who is yours again?"

Niko was too drunk to remember who Rekker's boyfriend was or if he'd heard it from one of the band members. Walking out with Jake, Niko managed to get man lower so he could bend down with his knees and lift up, carrying the American in his arms.

"Ok---let's go. My room is down the corridor on the left."

Jake was like a sack of potatoes and was causing Niko's back to twinge a little but he didn't care.

"Bjorn is my fiance." Rekker was walking well ahead of them to get the door open. He recognized the struggling to carry Jake but he wasn't about to say anything. There was pride and other things caught up in carrying your partner when they needed it.

"He's the loud, tall blonde, always drunk and fixing his hair." Rekker clarified as he opened the door for Niko and turned on the lights inside. Jake was grumbling and wrapped his arms around the Finn's neck like he was about to curl up and sleep.

"Oh, you are engaged? I'm happy for you both. Lähetän siunauksen. It means I send you a blessing in my language."

Niko smiled and wondered how many others were engaged or married on the tour since there were so many rock stars. No doubt this loud, tall drunken boy would show up and Niko could meet him properly.

"We're here, Jake. I'm putting you down onto the soft couch now---"

The Finn gently sliding Jake onto the couch and letting go.

"A few months ago." Rekker recognized the Finnish. Aarne had said the same thing to him even if he couldn't recall what it meant without being told. Rekker would stay long enough to make sure they were both safe and settled.

Jake laid down but didn't let go of the grip he had on Niko's neck. Rekker could only laugh. "You might be sleeping on the couch too."

"Then, congratulations. I shall meet this Bjorn in time I'm sure."

Niko didn't know what to do so just resigned himself to laying down next to Jake, holding onto him, even if he did still smell a little. It wasn't too bad---they could always shower once Jake felt well enough after his rest.

"Once Jake is up and not feeling sick anymore I'll clean him up."

"You can't avoid it." Rekker laughed and was about to leave since they seemed ok. "IF you need anything you can text again."

Rekker didn't know if Jake would get sick again or Niko might later on.

Jake was nestling so hard against Niko that they might have fallen off the couch but he's soon passed out. Once Jake is asleep Niko would be able to get up as his grip on Niko went limp.

"Ok, I will and thanks."

Niko nodded, suddenly feeling really tired and aching through lifting Jake and being drunk. He slumped down onto the couch next to the American and tried to keep his eyes open, making sure Jake would be ok just watching him---

---then Niko felt his eyes get heavy and he passed out.

Jake was going to sleep for a long time. It was only when his bladder wouldn't let him sleep any longer that he finally started to stir. He could feel someone laying on him or against him but the light was too bright. He didn't know what time it was or where he was for that matter.

Rubbing his eyes, which smudged his eyeliner worse than it already was, he tried to remember what went on the night before. At least he was still in his pants so that was a start.

Niko was still asleep snoring softly and hadn't realised Jake was now stirring awake. It had been a crazy night before and the young Finn was having dreams about jumping around on stage playing guitar with his new friend, Jake. He mumbled in Finnish, whilst turning around slightly on the couch; his right leg sliding over Jake's in a natural reaction.

The Finn was oblivious to what time it was too.

The leg got his attention back on who was leaning on him. He's relieved to see it is both someone he knows and they are also dressed. His head was foggy and everything was itchy. That was all the sand probably.

He wanted a shower and started trying to manuver himself off the couch without waking up Niko. He also wanted coffee. He'd fight someone for coffee right now. It takes some work but he does finally get up and untangled from the Finn. Who knows if he's still sleeping at this point. Jake imagined he was given how his own head was feeling.

The moving around on the couch jolted Niko awake as he cried out in Finnish, eyes wide open and arms swinging around slightly. He was disorientated slightly, taking a few moments to right himself and look around.

"Jake?---"

Was the American still there?

Jake had already stood up by the time the Finn started to flail. It was slow but he did move to catch him so he didn't roll off the couch.

"What the fuck was last night?" Jake asks part amused and part still feeling a bit pained from his head.

"I---fuck. Uh---we got drunk and had Jack on the beach. Rekker he---he came and got us back here after you got sick."

The young Finn rubbing at his eyes and pushing his hair from his face. He was a wreck too but wanted to know how Jake was.

"Are you still feeling sick?"

Jake licked his teeth and scowled. "That's what that is." He could still taste that he had been sick and it only reminded him of the sand and how badly he wanted a shower.

"My head's pounding like there's a hammer on it." He sat on the arm of the couch to look at the Finn still laying on the couch. "Are you?"

Niko watched Jake lick his teeth and noticed a flash of those fangs the American had. They were so cool to the young Finn he couldn't help but stare and be impressed. Right now though---they both needed a wash.

"Let me start the shower up for us because we both stink and have sand everywhere."

The boy could feel a few grains in between his feet and other places he didn't like.

Jake lifted a brow because that sounded a lot like he was just invited to shower with someone but he didn't want to assume. Still, it had his eyes drifting over the Finn's body. He seemed to remember kissing him more than once the night before but Jake wasn't sure. "Are you going to shower first?"

Jake found his jacket from the night before and dug around in the pockets until he found the headache meds he carried. Usually he used them for eye strain while working but for now this was to help the hangover.

Edited Date: 2023-10-16 01:50 pm (UTC)