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A Danish Cherry Popping

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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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"He sounds like a decent man. Anyone who hoards booze has my vote. You want me to stay in your room tonight, brat? Fine by me. As long as your brother doesn't come back when we're in bed with each other."

Sig teased the Dane as he quickly pecked Mikkel's cheek, gently squeezing the boy's ass whilst walking into the room closing the door behind them. Booze and decent company. Sig was happy now. At least he wouldn't have to put up with listening to Lars tart on about shit and his hairy drummer he liked.

"I usually have to spend the evening listening to Lars tart about shit or how much he wants that hairy drummer between his legs."

Smirking, Sigurd then glanced around at the room before gazing to where the bed was.

"He's like you. He worries too much." Worries himself to drinking as far as Mikkel could tell. It had been a few years since he saw his brother and thought hey were close there was a lot to catch up on. Mikkel frowned at the idea of Ansgar coming in on him and Sigurd. There was potential for his brother to get overly defensive and protective, not that he blamed him. In truth, it was sweet and the young Dane loved his brother for it. "Why? Are you embarrassed being seen with a stripper?"

He was teasing right back even if the kiss reddened his cheeks even more. He gave Sigurd a slap on the ass before locking the door. At least if Ansgar had to fumble drunkenly with keys outside the door they would have some warning before he came in.

"I'd rather not be in a room alone." Mikkel was serious and wasn't exactly flirting with Sigurd. He had anxiety about being alone from his past that wouldn't quit. There are two beds in the room, easy enough to tell which belongs to which brother by the leather jackets at the foot, though similar styles, Mikkel's was much smaller than his brothers and sported chains over the shoulder to match the one he always had around his neck.

"Are you saying I'm a worrier, you fucking brat? No, I'm not embarrassed being seen with a stripper because you're fucking hot. Your brother won't mind seeing his baby brother being with a hot rock star either will he?"

That got a small laugh out of the Swede who noticed the leather jackets at the end of each Dane's bed. It was cute. Mikkel's one being picked out instantly by Sigurd who smiled at all the chains and things that were uniquely the brat. Why sleep alone when you could have a brother to share a room with? It was more fun that way.

"Afraid of the dark? Or spiders? Don't worry, I don't bite, brat. Unless you want me to."

Sig kissed the side of Mikkel's cheek and then sat on Ansgar's bed, waiting to see if Mikkel would fetch some bottles of booze out.

"You're more of a bastard about it than he is." Mikkel smiled but it faded while he poured himself another glass of vodka. "I don't know."

It was honest. Ansgar might be fine with it or he might blow up into a tirade. Mikkel had no idea but Ansgar watched him like a hawk and teased him about how he stared at the Swede, so maybe it would be ok. "My brother's... defensive sometimes."

All the Soerens were to some degree. He pulled out a glass to pour a drink for Sigurd too. Though he smiled briefly at the kiss it faded quickly.

"People." Mikkel admitted and paused before turning around to offer Sigurd his glass and sit on his own bed across the space from the Swede with his own glass. He hoped Sigurd didn't ask more about what was wrong with him because that would ruin the night for everyone.

"I've been told I can be a over-bearing bastard but it's served me well all these years and kept my band together. Having everyone safe is all I worry about. That means you too now, brat."

Sig playfully poked the Dane in the chest with his finger and decided not to pry into why Mikkel didn't like sleeping in a room alone. Tonight would be a good one and free of worry and problems. No talking about pasts or any shit like that. As for defensive brothers? Sigurd knew all about those and no doubt many of the other band members did too.

"He sounds like a good man your brother. Is he as bratty as you?"

Taking a mouthful of booze the Swede swallowed and winked at the Dane.

"I can protect myself."

Mikkel is pushy about that fact, even with his brother, and he suspects Sigurd will listen just as well as Ansgar... not at all.

"He can be." Mikkel started to laugh. "He might kick your ass, fill your boots with glitter or dump his drink on your head. You never know what he might do." Ansgar was, had always been, like a wild card. What he might do at any moment was a guessing game.

"My parents sent him away. This is the first time I've seen him in a few years." He left sent away to be whatever and didn't mention it being prison. That was private anyway and Ansgar might not want the others to know.

"I don't doubt you can. It's just other people care about you like me."

Sig downed his drink in one and then laughed when Mikkel mentioned about his brother being a cheeky bastard. Another prankster. If Ansgar did dump his drink over the bassist's head or fill his boots with glitter there would be hell to pay. Of course after the initial barrage of abuse and anger Sig would calm down. Eventually. He just had a bad temper and all of Blixt knew this.

"I'm sorry to hear that. You and your brother are nice boys."

He leant over to touch Mikkel's legs, squeezing just above the knee.

"I don't mind people caring but I get treated like a baby and I don't need that."

Mikkel would get bratty over this topic if pushed. Everyone around him either treated him like he was still a toddler that needed protected or, back home, like he didn't exist unless someone wanted to scream or beat him. He was tired of it.

Mikkel was going to answer but screamed and spilled his drink when his knee was squeezed. He completely dropped the glass to shove away Sigurd's hand; half screaming and half laughing.

"I know and I'm not about to treat you as a baby, brat only if you---"

Sig got cut off when the Dane screamed and spilled his drink all over the floor; the glass going flying as he began laughing and making a loud noise. What the fuck? Was the boy ticklish just above the knee? It would seem so. The Swede just snorting out an amused laugh, letting go of Mikkel's knee and going to reach down to grab the empty glass from the floor. The room would stink of booze. Ah well. Which rock stars room didn't stink of booze?

"Fuck! You're ticklish there? I had no fucking idea."

Still red in the face and laughing, Mikkel saw and opening for payback for the tickling. As Sigurd leaned forward to grab the glass, the Dane shoved him hard in the shoulder to knock him onto the floor.

Sitting back on the bed he just laughed at the Bassist. Things were going to get rowdy if this started but Mikkel is used to roughhousing with the other Danes. Though, rarely do they tickle each other because the Soerens would all scream.

The shove wasn't expected as Sig went flying onto the floor rolling onto his back and staring up at the Dane with a surprised expression. Fuck! That brat shoved him onto the floor! Laughing, the bassist felt his own glass roll out of his hand as he got back up onto his feet and then launched himself at Mikkel, aiming to land on top of the brat on his bed.

"You little bitch!"

Giggling, Sig then landed with a soft "oof" onto the brat, feeling his body land onto the lithe Dane's. If Mikkel wanted to rough house then the Swede was up for it.

"You're the bastard that tickled me." Mikkel was about to give the Swede the finger when he was pushed on to his back on the bed. He immediately started trying to squirm away for fear of there being more tickling. The squirming pulled his belly chain and he winced.

"Wait! Wait." He was already trying to remove the belly chain before someone really pulled it hard and caused his piercing to bleed. Sigurd didn't need to get up. He just needed a moment to unhook it.

"I'm a bastard now? You fucking little shit. You're the one who pushed me to the floor and made me spill my booze."

Sig just nipped at Mikkel's earlobe and then realised the Dane needed to unhook his belly chain so that he didn't get it ripped. The Swede moving off Mikkel slightly so that he could take care of it. The damn thing was getting in the way of their rough housing and this caused the bassist to smirk as he then grabbed both of the dancer's wrists, once he was done with his chain, pinning them above his head to press kisses all along the blond's neck.

"You're too fucking hot, brat."

"You made me spill mine."

Mikkel quickly undid the chain and put it on the bedside table. He was ready to be playful but then Sigurd pinned him. The weight and his trapped hands caused him to squirm, panic filling his eyes. He couldn't help it and screamed, not something playful but scared. He started fighting to try and get loose. It wasn't Sigurd's fault and once he calmed he wouldn't hold it against him but Mikkel couldn't take being pinned like this.

"Well yes I did because you fucking threw it onto the floor when I grabbed your knee."

Sig was about to laugh even harder when he stopped at Mikkel squirming and noticing that the Dane was quickly becoming panicked. Was it something he said? The Swede then heard that scream and became confused, instantly releasing the frightened Dane. Fuck. What the hell was going on? Mikkel seemed scared by Sig's wrist grab.

"Mikkel?"

Confused the Swede jumped off Mikkel and offered a frown. This was obviously something to do with his past and part of it irritated the bassist because he knew nothing about Mikkel's past. Not really. He didn't know what fucking shit the brat had gone through and didn't know if he was going to cause this sort of reaction in the future unintentionally.

As soon as the pressure let off his arms he came around and then looked embarrassed, ashamed. Instantly worried that he ruined everything because of that expression on the bassist's face.

"I'm sorry." His voice is small, meek, in the moment because this is old fear that he can't control and honestly didn't know was going to happen until it did. Mikkel looks just as confused as Sigurd because he hadn't expected that reaction.

"I.. I didn't mean to ruin...." Ruin what? He didn't know and suddenly felt like crying. He's still emotional and messy from being with Sigurd earlier in the day. This was just adding fuel to that fire. He covered his face as he laid there, half wanting to curl up and send the Swede away.

"Hey, you didn't ruin anything. Calm down, brat. Not everyone likes being held in certain ways and I'm sorry. How about we move on? I want to spend the evening with you and I care about what you want and feel. You don't need to hide yourself from me."

The Swede felt bad for the Dane who was now covering his face and laying on the bed. The poor kid. What the fuck did happen in his past? Some fucked up shit probably and the very idea sent anger through the Swede's being. Mikkel was damaged and an emotional teen and the bassist would have to deal with it by being calm and rational.

"Come on, brat. How about we have another drink?"

Picking up both glasses, Sig then poured out some booze in both, patting Mikkel's arm softly to pass him his drink.

"It scared me." He admitted while biting back tears. He didn't want to cry and look like he was crazy or something.

Slowly he sat up on the bed to watch the bassist. He tucked up cross legged in the middle of the bed, biting his lip because he wasn't sure what to do to fix what happened. He took the drink and stared in it before looking back up to Sigurd.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know." It was all he could offer. Ansgar held him down sometimes to tickle him and this didn't happen but he didn't know Sigurd well, so maybe that was it.

"It's alright, Mikkel. You don't need to be scared with me."

The poor kid. Sigurd just wrapped his arms around the scared teen as he just wanted to hold the brat for a moment or two before drinking anymore. It was a bit of a shock for both men and the Swede just guessed it was because they hadn't know each other long. Finding out what each liked was a start in any relationship. Nuzzling into that long blond hair, Sig sighed.

"You silly, brat. Don't apologise because it's best we be honest with each other if we are going to get closer. I like you and I care about you."

Taking a sip of his drink, Sig then sat back onto the bed opposite hoping Mikkel would be ok. Reaching into his jacket pocket he pulled out his smokes, passing the pack to the Dane. Maybe sharing a smoke together would help too.

"I'm not scared of you." He wasn't. It wasn't Sigurd at all. He just didn't like the feeling of the weight and his arms being trapped. It overwhelmed him but he didn't have the words for what was going on inside right now. The hug felt good though and he leaned into it.

"I should apologize when I screw things up." Those words were his past welling up too. He didn't want the Swede to go away and sort of frowned as he went to the other bed. Without a word he slid across the bed and got into Sigurd's lap, curled up so that he could about fit his whole body against Sigurd's chest. He needed to calm down and this helped when he was panicking in general.

"Good because no one should be scared of me. I'm not a scary bastard really even though I've got a temper. You're too much of a needy brat to make me angry."

Sig was teasing lightly of course as he laughed slightly when Mikkel slid into his lap. He immediately wrapped his arms around the lighter frame of the Dane and pressed a kiss to Mikkel's forehead. The poor kid. Yes, he was a needy, emotional wreck but the what teenagers weren't? Bjorn was much older than Mikkel but still behaved like a bitchy teen so the bassist was used to that part.

"We all apologise when we need to. Don't worry about it, brat. We're here now and let's enjoy each other's company."

The Swede trying to offer words of reassurance as he playfully offered his own glass of booze to Mikkel's lips, wondering if the brat liked being fed.

"That sounds like a challenge." Mikkel had a faint smile as he watched the Swede.

The kiss got a sigh of relief as he nuzzled his head up under Sigurd's chin. The tension was leaving his body as he relaxed.

"Don't worry?" Mikkel laughed as he took a sip from Sigurd's glass. "Advice you should give yourself?"

He's teasing and leans there sipping his own drink too. No matter what he thought about what just happened, the idea of having someone to hold him whenever he wanted was an appealing one.

"I'm always up for a challenge and you fucking know it, brat."

Drinking some of his own booze Sig often wondered what went through Mikkel's head. Part of him didn't want to find out about the true trauma but he knew he'd have to face that part if Mikkel and him became serious one day. For now, he just wanted to be there for the Dane and comfort him.

"How are you feeling now, Mikkel?"

Sigurd pressing a soft kiss to Mikkel's jaw, smiling at how cute the boy really was. Fuck, he was hot.

"You're so clueless." Mikkel started to giggle as the stress faded. He had meant that it was a challenge issued by Sig, that he couldn't make him angry.

The closeness helped more than the Swede could imagine, gentleness was something that Mikkel desperately needed in his life, whether he recognized that or not. He didn't answer the question verbally, instead, twisting just enough to slide his arms around Sigurd's neck and pressing a heated kiss to his lips. Despite being the one to initiate the kiss, he blushed still. He couldn't stop the blushing.

"I'm the clueless one? You're the cocky brat who's never been fucked by anyone."

Sig was totally up the for the challenge, that being Mikkel and his bratty mouth for one. The kid was full of it and part of this caused the Swede to love the Dane's personality. He acted as if he knew the whole world when he was still a bratty teen. The touch was welcome though as Sig began peppering kisses down Mikkel's jaw and along his neck.

"I want to fuck your brat ass."

A bite to the brat's earlobe and Sig was getting harder by the second.

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