You're Going to Be Late
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oprorsk_sodeFor smut prompt 27) “Oh honey, you know, you really shouldn’t tease me.”
The Dane had wandered backstage with Damien while sporting just tiny ripped off black jean shorts, a ripped and cropped tee, and his cowboy boots. He looked even more whorish than the groupies at this point with his bright glittery make up and wild hair. It said a lot and he found himself giving some of them, pressed at one of the doors, the biggest middle finger. The girls out there wailing and thinking a girl, who wasn’t them, was backstage. Mikkel felt undeniably mischievous once that thought set in.
Mikkel couldn’t resist the temptation when he learned Sigurd was in the dressing room alone. He slipped in the door quietly and noticed the bassist brushing out his hair in just a towel. The Swede was really fucking sexy, always, and the Dane managed to get up behind him to snatch the towel away. Mikkel giggling as Sigurd turned around pissed off and ready to yell, probably a Bjorn for the look of surprise when he saw who had the towel in hand.
“You fucking brat!” Sigurd immediately getting into what Mikkel would for ever mentally label the angry daddy, not exactly angry but puffing up and blustering as if he was. Mikkel held up the towel and waved it at the Swede with a boyishly innocent expression that was a complete lie. The Dane knew exactly what he was doing.
He could barely pay attention to the words because his eyes were all over the naked Swede. Mikkel’s cheeks flushed hot red as he tossed the towel over a chair. His own breath going wild as the bassist started across the room toward him. Mikkel didn’t dodge when he was grabbed, and the Swede started sliding his lips down the Dane’s long neck and his hands down his hips. The young man gasped as he leaned his head back and felt his ass bump into the counter behind him. He takes a moment before tentatively slipping his arms around Sigurd’s waist. The want between the two instantly causing them both to buck and hump against each other, thighs pressing between legs as they both gave in to the heat.
“You’re getting me hard, you fucking brat.”
Not that Sigurd needed to say it. Mikkel could feel it as he pressed their bodies flush. He spread his legs slightly and moaned when he felt the hard cock brush rhythmically against his inner thigh. The rush of excitement raised electric feeling gooseflesh all over his arms. He might drive the Swede crazy but Mikkel felt himself give in every time the Swede got close and started touching. The inexperienced Dane wallowed in those feelings of raw want in Sigurd's touch. The Dane started giggling though.
“What is it with you and trying to get my pants off in backrooms?” The Dane snuck a little kiss from the Swede’s lips, and he let his hands drop down to the bassist’s bare, toned buttocks. Mikkel knew he was being a terrible tease. He wiggled against the older man pinning him to the counter and heard the moan from Sigurd as his arms pulled the Dane in closer. The bassist pulled on his unruly blonde hair to get more access to his neck. The trail of kisses from ear to collar bone taking the young Dane's breath away until he let out a gasp, tugging at the Swede to get more contact. Every time the Swede touched his body, the touch felt better, hotter and more erotic. Finger tips shoved into the back of his jean shorts and he started riding the bare thigh pressed between his legs.
This was terrible of the young Dane probably, but he knew the Swede loved the tease; the way he walked, what he said, and definitely his way too low and always unbuttoned pants. “I could turn around and bend over if you let go of me.”
Sigurd paused and Mikkel laughed at the way he looked when he pulled back to meet gazes. The bassist looked equal part lusty and surprised. “You really shouldn’t tease me, brat.”
“What if I….” Mikkel’s words were cut off by a knock on the door. They both looked over to see if it was going to open.
“You’re on in 10.” It was the voice of one of the stage crew. The crew’s words got the Swede swearing under his breath before he grabbed the Dane’s ass roughly.
“You better get dressed.” Mikkel pushed back to sit up on the counter, legs spreading wider to the bassist in front of him to show off the bulge in his tight cut-offs. He was pulling out a cigarette, but his eyes were down on Sigurd’s hard cock.
“Go on stage like this?” Sigurd gave the Dane a near desperate look.
Mikkel shrugged while letting a trail of smoke out. “It’s going to look hot shoved into those tight purple pants.” He’d noticed what Sigurd had laid out to wear on stage. “You better hurry.” Mikkel tapped on his watch and chuckled.
“You little, fucking shit!” Sigurd swore more as he quickly grabbed the Dane and took a rough, biting kiss then went to dress.
Mikkel smirked while taking in the sight of the Swede rushing and bending in those obnoxiously tight pants. There was another voice outside the door telling Sigurd he had five minutes. “You better hurry or you’re going to be later than Bjorn.” The Dane knew that was a prickly tease and got him a dirty look from the bassist.
“You’re… you fucking tease. You’re getting it when I’m done on stage.” Sigurd was wrestling with his boots.
Mikkel just grinned while letting out more trails of smoke. “Is that a threat?”
The giggling got out of control while he watched the horny Swede flounder to get dressed in a hurry. It was hot in a way to see the usually controlled bassist frazzled and frantic, that and he looked so good even if he was covering his body with clothing. His make up was even funnier because Mikkel could see him glancing into the mirror to gaze at him in the reflection. The attention from the Swede was addictive.
“It’s a guarantee, brat.” He spat out the words, taking another kiss when he walked past to grab his bass.
“Find me, if you can, when you get off the stage.” Mikkel gave Sigurd a slap on the ass as he rushed out the door. The Dane had every intention of making the Swede search around for him after he got off the stage and would be, no doubt, out of his mind with lust by the time he found Mikkel again.
The Dane had wandered backstage with Damien while sporting just tiny ripped off black jean shorts, a ripped and cropped tee, and his cowboy boots. He looked even more whorish than the groupies at this point with his bright glittery make up and wild hair. It said a lot and he found himself giving some of them, pressed at one of the doors, the biggest middle finger. The girls out there wailing and thinking a girl, who wasn’t them, was backstage. Mikkel felt undeniably mischievous once that thought set in.
Mikkel couldn’t resist the temptation when he learned Sigurd was in the dressing room alone. He slipped in the door quietly and noticed the bassist brushing out his hair in just a towel. The Swede was really fucking sexy, always, and the Dane managed to get up behind him to snatch the towel away. Mikkel giggling as Sigurd turned around pissed off and ready to yell, probably a Bjorn for the look of surprise when he saw who had the towel in hand.
“You fucking brat!” Sigurd immediately getting into what Mikkel would for ever mentally label the angry daddy, not exactly angry but puffing up and blustering as if he was. Mikkel held up the towel and waved it at the Swede with a boyishly innocent expression that was a complete lie. The Dane knew exactly what he was doing.
He could barely pay attention to the words because his eyes were all over the naked Swede. Mikkel’s cheeks flushed hot red as he tossed the towel over a chair. His own breath going wild as the bassist started across the room toward him. Mikkel didn’t dodge when he was grabbed, and the Swede started sliding his lips down the Dane’s long neck and his hands down his hips. The young man gasped as he leaned his head back and felt his ass bump into the counter behind him. He takes a moment before tentatively slipping his arms around Sigurd’s waist. The want between the two instantly causing them both to buck and hump against each other, thighs pressing between legs as they both gave in to the heat.
“You’re getting me hard, you fucking brat.”
Not that Sigurd needed to say it. Mikkel could feel it as he pressed their bodies flush. He spread his legs slightly and moaned when he felt the hard cock brush rhythmically against his inner thigh. The rush of excitement raised electric feeling gooseflesh all over his arms. He might drive the Swede crazy but Mikkel felt himself give in every time the Swede got close and started touching. The inexperienced Dane wallowed in those feelings of raw want in Sigurd's touch. The Dane started giggling though.
“What is it with you and trying to get my pants off in backrooms?” The Dane snuck a little kiss from the Swede’s lips, and he let his hands drop down to the bassist’s bare, toned buttocks. Mikkel knew he was being a terrible tease. He wiggled against the older man pinning him to the counter and heard the moan from Sigurd as his arms pulled the Dane in closer. The bassist pulled on his unruly blonde hair to get more access to his neck. The trail of kisses from ear to collar bone taking the young Dane's breath away until he let out a gasp, tugging at the Swede to get more contact. Every time the Swede touched his body, the touch felt better, hotter and more erotic. Finger tips shoved into the back of his jean shorts and he started riding the bare thigh pressed between his legs.
This was terrible of the young Dane probably, but he knew the Swede loved the tease; the way he walked, what he said, and definitely his way too low and always unbuttoned pants. “I could turn around and bend over if you let go of me.”
Sigurd paused and Mikkel laughed at the way he looked when he pulled back to meet gazes. The bassist looked equal part lusty and surprised. “You really shouldn’t tease me, brat.”
“What if I….” Mikkel’s words were cut off by a knock on the door. They both looked over to see if it was going to open.
“You’re on in 10.” It was the voice of one of the stage crew. The crew’s words got the Swede swearing under his breath before he grabbed the Dane’s ass roughly.
“You better get dressed.” Mikkel pushed back to sit up on the counter, legs spreading wider to the bassist in front of him to show off the bulge in his tight cut-offs. He was pulling out a cigarette, but his eyes were down on Sigurd’s hard cock.
“Go on stage like this?” Sigurd gave the Dane a near desperate look.
Mikkel shrugged while letting a trail of smoke out. “It’s going to look hot shoved into those tight purple pants.” He’d noticed what Sigurd had laid out to wear on stage. “You better hurry.” Mikkel tapped on his watch and chuckled.
“You little, fucking shit!” Sigurd swore more as he quickly grabbed the Dane and took a rough, biting kiss then went to dress.
Mikkel smirked while taking in the sight of the Swede rushing and bending in those obnoxiously tight pants. There was another voice outside the door telling Sigurd he had five minutes. “You better hurry or you’re going to be later than Bjorn.” The Dane knew that was a prickly tease and got him a dirty look from the bassist.
“You’re… you fucking tease. You’re getting it when I’m done on stage.” Sigurd was wrestling with his boots.
Mikkel just grinned while letting out more trails of smoke. “Is that a threat?”
The giggling got out of control while he watched the horny Swede flounder to get dressed in a hurry. It was hot in a way to see the usually controlled bassist frazzled and frantic, that and he looked so good even if he was covering his body with clothing. His make up was even funnier because Mikkel could see him glancing into the mirror to gaze at him in the reflection. The attention from the Swede was addictive.
“It’s a guarantee, brat.” He spat out the words, taking another kiss when he walked past to grab his bass.
“Find me, if you can, when you get off the stage.” Mikkel gave Sigurd a slap on the ass as he rushed out the door. The Dane had every intention of making the Swede search around for him after he got off the stage and would be, no doubt, out of his mind with lust by the time he found Mikkel again.