A Danish Cherry Popping

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[From here.]

It was around an hour or so later that Sigurd had gotten back to the hotel after popping into a perfume shop on the way home from the bar to pick up Lars some expensive perfume. The tarty drummer had accepted this as an apology after being dumped at the bar with many horny men staring at him. That hadn't been pleasant at all. Sigurd, however, had ended up getting sucked by Mikkel and was now wondering where the brat had gotten to. Lars was back at their room helping himself to a drink at the mini bar, sipping on his cocktail and smoking a cigarette when he heard Sigurd finally walk into their room.

"Where the fuck have you been? I thought we could drink and watch some shitty American television in here."

Sig just rolled his eyes at Lars' idea of fun but knew the tart didn't really have anywhere else to go. Devon was no doubt with Rekker or the other Hexed members so it was time with the tart. Not wanting to be rude, Sig just patted Lars on the arm and then poured himself a large scotch. His mind was only on one thing tonight; Mikkel.

"I might be having a visitor in here soon, Lars. The brat. I think some of the other boys are down at the bar area. Ulrik might drink with you. Why don't you go and drink with him? Or that Erik boy? They're all fun people to be around."

Lars just offered a tarty pout before nodding, finishing his drink and slinking past the bassist to head downstairs to join the party there. Fuck, how much perfume was the drummer even wearing? Was that for Devon? Lars knew what was up though. Sigurd wanted the room to himself so he could fuck that Danish brat. Each to their own. If Mikkel didn't appear in the next half an hour or so then the bassist would try his room; the one he was sharing with Ansgar.

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Mikkel had taken his time after Sigurd left the room. The girls he knew were worried about the guy with him and they sat for a long time in the back. Once he explained that it was someone he might start seeing and that he didn't know about Mikkel's job things quieted. He heard a lot of stories about outrageous boyfriends coming into the club to start shit. They got some details out of Mikkel about the lap dance, all a bit of fun and girl chatter while Mikkel fixed his make up and got his things together. It was the same at every club that some of the girls would bond like a pack of sisters or best friends. That was one of the reasons that Mikkel enjoyed the work, beyond everything else.

Before he left they all had food from the bar brought in and ate, more talking and a few compliments about his new boyfriend that just sent the Dane into a hard blush. He had joined in picking on some of the other girls over similar things so it was to be expected. However, this all meant that it was a couple hours after Sigard left before Mikkel got to the hotel. He was feeling tired but also elated and excited inside. Sigurd was so hot.

He was sort of out of it when he walked into his own room. He knew Ansgar was downstairs drinking, no surprise. Pulling off his jacket he went to pour a drink and debate on whether to join the others or just sleep and rest. The shift today was longer, but definitely worth it.

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Mikkel was a couple drinks in and wandering the room in just his pants by the time there was a knock at the door. He was almost ready to turn in and get some sleep when he heard the voice outside.

Downing his drink he set the glass down on the table and went to the door. He's not sure if he is ready to see the Swede again when he opens the door because his emotions are a mess from earlier but he can't just ignore it either.

"Sigurd?" He's not sure what else to say and blushes pink across the cheeks just from seeing the bassist.