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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"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.

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"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.

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"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.

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"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.

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"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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"You still don't know when someone is flirting with you."

Mikkel giggled even more as those lips pressed all over his neck. It tickled enough to get him squirming in the bassist's lap.

"What's stopping you, Daddy?" In the midst of the tickle induced giggling he could still manage a terribly bratty tone even when the bite pulled a gasp from him. Mikkel was nervous, covered in goosebumps, and feeling such a swirl of emotions he couldn't untangle them but Sigurd's touch felt so good.

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"Don't I? Are you telling me you're flirting with me right now, brat?"

The squirming felt good as Sig just continued to kiss lightly down the Dane's neck, enjoying the gasps and wiggling he was doing. It was arousing and the Swede was getting harder each second he had Mikkel in his lap. He wanted to fuck the brat and hear him scream.

"You're a dirty virgin, Mikkel. How much do you want my cock?"

If he even knew how much he wanted it himself being so new to all of this. Sig would let Mikkel decide and go at the brat's pace. His hands coming up to tangle into that long blond hair, caressing the boy's scalp slowly while rubbing his hardening crotch against Mikkel's thigh.

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"All night, dumbass." Mikkel giggled and it was getting more intense, so was the squirming as his cheeks reddened from the feeling of Sigurd's lips on his skin.

"I'm a pristine angel compared to you." Mikkel laughed but that questioned brought noticeable tension to his body, particularly where his arms were wrapped around Sigurd's neck. Mikkel is desperate to get attention and pleasure from touch but also terrified of sex. He could flirt like a cheap stripper but when it came down to it the actual acts, while wanted, caused him a lot of anxiety.

Despite the rush of uncomfortable emotions, the Dane's head pressed back into the caress to his hair. The touching felt so good but he didn't want to admit he didn't know. Inside he was starting to panic. What if he wasn't ready and Sigurd didn't want him any more? Mikkel felt his flight response kick in that urged him to run away to someone safer, but it wasn't exactly that he thought Sigurd was unsafe. His cheeks suddenly lost all their color from the panic and he felt like he might cry. What if not answering made the Swede leave? The pressure felt like too much.

Mikkel buried his face into Sigurd's neck and his hold on the bassist got so tight because he was afraid he'd get up and leave. "if...." He couldn't even get the words out and just started crying. He was so scared to be abandoned. Someone liked him and treated him well. The Dane was so terrified that he would do something wrong and be abandoned that he froze up.

His voice came out high, but quiet, and afraid, stuttered by the crying. "Will you... I... If I don't fuck you like you want, are you going to leave me?" He's so scared that if he doesn't do what Sigurd wants that he's going to be abandoned or worse, hit until he complies. He can't help the feeling and it's nothing the bassist has done.

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"Oh yeah? Then, maybe I should flirt with you more, brat. You're an angel? I think your halo has fucking fallen off."

Sig just laughed at that and went to kiss the Dane's lips once more but then Mikkel buried his face into his neck and began to panic. The boy's voice suddenly small and scared. The Swede frowning and just wanting to hold the poor panic striken Dane in his arms because it shouldn't be like this for him. The poor kid shouldn't have to feel as if he'd fuck it all up because he was a virgin. All new to this. The past trauma---shit. What the fuck happened to Mikkel? Sig wanted to find out because this boy was so frightened by something that had happened to him.

"Mikkel....I won't ever leave you. No matter what. There's no such thing as you not fucking like I want because I don't expect you to fuck up. Nothing can go wrong because being with another man is something that happens naturally. There's no way you can fuck it up because I expect you to be new to this and for things to be a little bumpy first time. It happens to everyone."

The Swede just holding the crying Dane in his arms, stroking some hair out of the brat's face. He kissed Mikkel's cheek and wanted to make sure the boy was ok and comfortable because he wouldn't force sex on him if he didn't feel like it.

"If you're not comfortable with sex we can always cuddle. There's no rush. You just don't need to prove anything to me because I won't run."

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Sigurd's words felt good so did being held. He didn't mean to panic. This wasn't how things were supposed to go and he ruined it. Even if the Swede said he hadn't, the young Dane felt it. He laid his head there listening to Sigurd's heartbeat and his voice. The tears are slowing now that the Dane has time to breathe and relax.

"Can we?" He looked up at Sigurd while wiping at the tears. The crying had his eyes a little red and puffy. "Can we just lay in bed for awhile... we can naked if you want."

He felt his stomach do a flip from nerves but he fought it down. Finally, he smiled, a little forced but Mikkel is coming around. "I've never been naked around someone. Except swimming with Ansgar and Rik."

And he's nervous but he wants to do this. Everything is new territory and the past keeps getting ahold of the young Dane unexpectedly. Leaning up, he kissed Sigurd's lips before unfolding and standing up. He's not sure what to do, still upset and worried.

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"Lay in bed naked? Of course we can. Don't think you have to do anything you don't want to, brat. This isn't about scoring points. This is about us being together for the first time."

Sig could understand the brat's disposition being a virgin and never having a sexual experience before. It must be daunting and the Swede had to remind himself that Mikkel was also much younger than him and immature in many ways. Mature in some but not in others.

"I fucking love your brat ass even if you do behave like a needy bitch. But you know I love it really."

How could he not? Sig just smiling and holding Mikkel close to his naked body as he just stood with him for a few moments. Just making the younger man comfortable was all he wanted to do right now. When they were ready they could lay down and find a good position.

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Mikkel just stared with saucer wide eyes and flushed cheeks when Sigurd got undressed. He couldn't help it because he'd never seen anyone naked that he was attracted to and he's a bit dumbstruck for a moment.

"I know." He didn't and he was still worried Sigurd would leave in the morning and never come back if they had sex though he's trying not to imagine that part. "I...nevermind it's just.. what happened before."

He just shrugged but the hug felt nice. He leaned into it and wrapped his arms around the older musician's waist. He hadn't taken his pants off yet and he's worried about it. Not only that he's going to do something wrong but also that maybe he won't be attractive enough once he's naked. Eventually they would have to come off.

He lingers there in the hug for awhile and can't help that his hands drift down onto the bassist's bare ass. He's nervous and his past is making him fearful but Sigurd is still hot and having him naked in the hotel room is still arousing. Slowly, Mikkel pulled out of the hug so he could wiggle out of his tight jeans. His instinct is to try and cover himself and ends up standing there staring at the pants on the ground and arms wrapped protectively around his midsection.

"I thought you wanted to get in bed?" The brattiness came back full force when he finally looked back up from the floor. He's trying but his emotions inside are all over the place. He sat on the bed and scooted over wondering if he should get under the covers or not. The nervousness is making it hard to think clearly or make decisions.

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Getting undressed was something Sig thought would help ease the brat into seeing his naked body because if they were to get closer Mikkel would need to see his "dirty daddy" naked and not hide himself.

"I'm guessing you've never seen another boy naked like this before. Well, one you like anyway."

Sig just moved into gently press a kiss to the Dane's cheek as he felt that hand drift down to touch over his bare ass. That felt good just to have Mikkel reach out and touch him. Baby steps. Watching the brat undress, Sig just felt his eyes fix on those long legs wondering how anyone could be so fucking tall.

"You're so fucking tall, brat. You, Aarne and that giraffe, Damien. But you? You're sexy. I only want you and no other boy even comes close to how hot your brat ass is."

The Swede noticed how shy and nervous Mikkel was about stripping in front of him. This was to be expected though so he was willing to go at the boy's pace. He always had done. Smirking, he got into bed under the covers, patting the space beside for Mikkel to cuddle up with him.

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"No." Mikkel admitted hesitantly. "...I don't like to be naked ever."

That was trauma but he's also nervous now because he hopes that Sigurd will like what he looks like undressed. He was so pale and skinny. There had been times people harassed him about it until he was upset. The Dane blushed fiery red at the compliment. People had called him attractive before but never in this situation.

"You're hot, too." He slid under the covers and cuddled up beside Sigurd, on his side and pressed into Sigurd's side. Laying his head on the bassist's shoulder he shivered a little from nerves and excitement. He'd never cuddled with anybody completely naked. However, this felt good.

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"You don't? It's ok. Not everyone does but----you've got a hot body, brat. Maybe I'm just being a greedy bastard but seeing you naked feels nice."

The Swede meant it too because it meant the boy was warming to Sigurd and becoming more confident in himself around the Swede. Moving to slid both arms around Mikkel, the bassist pressed a kiss to the boy's shoulder and just sighed, enjoying the moment of them together in bed. Mikkel was a virgin and the older man knew this yet it was more about the Dane's first time more than anything.

"I'm glad you think I'm hot because no other bitch is having my body. I'm yours."

Sig nuzzled into Mikkel's neck, kissing him gently.

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"There.. It makes me nervous." Anxiety ridden really but he was trying because he did trust Sigurd and find him attractive. The cuddling did a lot for his nerves and Mikkel relaxed into the older musician's arms.

"I'm not a bitch." He protested before squirming and giggling from the touch to his neck. He couldn't help it. The kisses felt good but tickled like crazy. The Dane wanted this because it felt safer. He had kissed people, not naked, but at least he knew a little bit more. He pulled away enough to kiss Sigurd on the lips. Gentle touch was something he yearned for as a kid and teen when he was either ignored or hurt. Now he could wallow in that unfulfilled desire.

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"I know you're not a bitch because you're a brat instead."

Sigurd just gently leaned into the kiss and stroked down the Dane's cheek, holding his young body close, enjoying the soft closeness. Just having Mikkel calm down felt good because the Swede wanted the boy to feel safe in his arms and not want to run away in fear or have an anxiety attack.

"An infuriating brat but I love you for it. Do you want me as your sugar daddy?"

The question just caused Sigurd to snort in amusement as he peppered light kisses down Mikkel's long neck.

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"And you're a bitchy dad."

Mikkel teased as he relaxed from all the anxiety. Reflexively he leaned into Sigurd's body, enjoying the warmth and closeness.

"You already are." Mikkel laughed both from the humor and the way the bassist's lips tickled his neck. "You buy me shit and now you're trying to fuck me."

He got his long fingers into Sigurd's hair, enjoying the softness and giving it a little tug. A few long breaths and the remaining tension started to fade being slowly replaced by arousal.

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"You fucking love it that I'm a bitchy dad, brat."

Sigurd just smiled at that because this whole situation might seem strange to others but to the Swede it was perfectly normal. Mikkel the nervous virgin just coming to terms with his nerves and all the other issues he had going on. Getting naked with a man for the first time and learning his way around.

"I'll continue to buy you shit because I'm your sugar daddy whether you want me to be or not."

Others had sugar daddies. Bjorn, Erik, Ulrik had a sugar mama. It was cute. The brat's long fingers in his hair felt good as Sigurd let out a small sigh of pleasure and pressed up against Mikkel's body, allowing his hands to roam down the brat's back.

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"You're jealous I'm more of a bitch than you."

Mikkel was feeling better than earlier, tension all but forgotten. The normal nervous excitement was there still and the young Dane was finding it arousing.

"So, can I call you Daddy?" Mikkel might have harassed more but his body arched under the touch, sighing from how it made his insides flutter. He shoved his hips against Sigurd when his cock started to throb and harden. He's had so little positive contact that he's easy to turn on.

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"Am I? You're a cocky little shit but I still love you."

Sigurd just rolled his eyes then laughed softly at the daddy comment. Really? The brat wanted to call him Daddy? Fuck. Well, if it pleased the Dane then the Swede would go along with it because it was kind of cute in a way. Did Sigurd like it? Of course he did. If the others heard him say it then---well, he'd deal with that somehow. Bjorn would tease the shit out of him.

"If you want to call me Daddy then how can I say no? Since you fucking like it so much."

The bassist nuzzled into Mikkel's neck, kissing close to his jaw. The hardening of the Dane's cock didn't go unnoticed as Sigurd groaned a little and began grinding his own stiffening cock against the brat's.

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"You love my bratty mouth."

Mikkel started to laugh too. It felt good to tease and play around.

"I like that it annoys you." He admitted just before pressing a cheeky kiss to the bassist's forehead. It doesn't last long though because he's soon giggling and squirming against the Swede's body from how much those kisses tickle. Even being tickled his body naturally matches rhythm, grinding against the older man and gasping from arousal.

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"Too fucking right I do. You're such a bastard."

Sigurd stroked Mikkel's hips and gently allowed his hand to snake around to cup the brat's ass, caressing it and pushing his hard crotch against the Dane, who was warming up to the Swede it seemed. At least he was calming down now and perhaps seeking out pleasurable feelings.

"I want to fuck you, brat. Make you feel good."

The Swede rasped into Mikkel's ear, kissing the shell as he then nibbled gently down the side of the boy's neck. Fuck, did he want him!

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"A dirty bastard."

Mikkel barely got those words out before he gasped, body arching up from the caress. The nervousness is still there because the situation is new but Sigurd's body against his feels so good he can barely keep quiet.

"I already..." He cries out again but this time it isn't fear but the tickling of his ear and neck. The young Dane wiggling around under Sigurd. Even the tickling felt good. Instinctively his legs spread to accommodate the way Sigurd pushed against him as his hands wrapped around the bassist's shoulder. "Oh... you feel good."

The words are broken by gasps and quiet giggles. So much of this tickles as well as feeling good.

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"You're a slutty little bitch then. My slutty brat."

Both men were now naked and in bed with each other enjoying each other's company and intimate touch. Sigurd wanting to calm the Dane before he did anything else sexual considering Mikkel's emotions just a few moments ago. His fears and anxiety---Sigurd just wanted to ease them all away.

"You can trust me, Mikkel. I won't do anything you don't want and if you want me to stop you say so."

The Swede pressed soft kisses along the Dane's neck as he ground his hard cock against the boy's thigh. He was aching and throbbing but going slowly as to allow Mikkel to ease into sex.

"You're not so bad yourself, brat."

A soft gasp of pleasure slipped from Sigurd's lips as he gently rolled over on top of the Dane, kissing Mikkel in a heated embrace.