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oprorsk_sodeSmut Prompt 51) “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?”
Rik had insisted that Mikkel go out with Aarne, and it wasn’t a bad choice. The two were now on bikes and heading for the local music shop. He had some money saved up, Mikkel wanted to get another bass. Of course, Aarne was teasing him as they rode side by side, screaming about how he had a bass obsession. It had the young Dane blushing red as Aarne’s bike because it was true, partially. Mikkel had played bass before, but he needed to sell it to survive. Being around all the musicians, and especially listening to Sigurd play had him thinking he should pick it back up again. Thankfully, that claim of bass obsession could get thrown back at the drummer who just laughed right along with the Dane. That was why they were out, Mikkel wanted a new bass and Rekker had agreed to give it a custom painting if he couldn’t find one, he liked. This was exciting.
The two young men walked into the store loud and joking over the hotness of dark-haired bassists. It was something they shared though Sigurd and Joe had very different personalities from what either of them had seen. Mikkel and Aarne went their own ways inside; Mikkel looking at the basses and Aarne went off to check out new drumsticks. Mikkel spent some time with one of the salesmen to determine what bass might best suit what he wanted to play and his price range.
They were in the back looking for the bass he wanted when Aarne came up with a local L.A. music magazine. Mikkel, genuinely interested in the scene here but then Aarne flipped it open. Local media had latched on to Blixt, no doubt because of Rekker. The drummer flipped the magazine page and there was a full-page image of Sigurd, shirtless and pants undone. Aarne starting to giggle wildly when he heard the Dane gasp quietly.
“I found a couple.” Aarne presented Mikkel with a stack of 4 or 5 magazines. All of them had a section on Blixt, not interviews, but general information. No doubt the images were from other media and not new. Too many had snow which wasn’t happening here in L.A., not unless they went to the mountains. No one had gone to the mountains. It took Aarne elbowing the Dane for him to realize they were back with his bass, bag, strings, and the other items he needed to get started.
“These too.” Mikkel dropped the whole stack of magazines on the counter.
“I don’t blame you. He’s hot in an angry dad way.” Aarne whispered in Danish while trying to keep composure.
Mikkel flushed while counting money to pay for his gear. “He’s all bluster. Sig is trash like the rest of them.”
Aarne was instantly interested, and they turned to what was more like gossiping girls, though no one here would know for the chatter in Danish.
“I gave him a lap dance at the strip club.” Mikkel mentioned while shouldering the bass bag and grabbing the bag of extras, including the coveted magazines.
Aarne covered his mouth, snorting between fingers from laughter. “I bet he chain smokes around you. He’s so nervous and trying to be better than the rest.”
Mikkel leaned into the drummer as they stepped out the door. He drove Sigurd crazy, not that most of it was on purpose. “Smoke in one hand and the other on my ass.”
Aarne could barely get on the bike while laughing and watching the much younger Dane get on Rik’s bike. As was his usual, Aarne was pleased to send dirty, well these weren’t quite dirty, but they definitely were to the innocent Dane. Aarne knew this and found himself laughing too much to have much of a discussion on the way back.
Mikkel dumped his things in the room he was sharing with Ansgar, frowning at the way it smelled like a perfume stall exploded. Torden must have been here earlier. Mikkel wanted to look at the magazines, read them since he knew so little about Blixt but the perfume in the place made his eyes burn. How the Dane wore so much was beyond the youngest of them. He packed up the magazines and wondered where to go. Instinctively, he walked down toward Sigurd’s room, knocked, and got no answer.
The door was unlocked so he went in. The bassist wasn’t in the room but had been. The smell of smoke lingering as much as Torden’s perfume had in the other. Mikkel decided he was staying. What was the bassist going to do? Complain? He kicked off his cowboy boots and climbed on the bed to lay out and read. Reading quickly became staring at the pictures. The magazines all spread out on the bed.
Laying in Sigurd’s bed while staring at pictures of him that suggested some lewdness without showing anything was erotic, dirty even. Mikkel started laughing because he’d heard this was what American girls did with these kinds of magazines, though he understood why. Not only, Sigurd, but most of the other men in the magazines were unbelievably hot. They did the same thing Mikkel was starting to do too, imagining them there in the bed.
He laid out on the bed on his back wondering where the hell the bassist was, probably out drinking with his band. The young Dane tossed his belt on the floor and found his hand naturally slipping into his pants while he thought about Sigurd. All memory of this being Sigurd’s actual room forgotten as he started to daydream about his touch. The way the bassist touched his body had him grabbing his cock to stroke it. Soon he was wiggling out of his pants, imagining Sigurd pulling them off in the heat of need.
Mikkel could imagine Sigurd’s lips on his neck the weight of his body on top of him. He hadn’t ever wanted any specific person this much. Sure, he had fantasies about sex, occasionally certain people, but this was constant. As he laid on Sigurd’s bed, he desperately wanted the bassist to come through the door and get his hands all over his body. Mikkel was moaning while he laid there, hand working his cock while he imagined it was the Swede. He still remembered being in the booth and those first touches of his hand. That was enough for the Dane to push him right over the edge.
Panting hard, Mikkel couldn’t stop daydreaming and kept going. Where the hell was Sigurd? Mikkel wanted him and he felt bitchy over the fact that he wasn’t in his room. The split desire of wanting to slap the bassist in the face for not being here and wanting to feel those rough hands on his ass. Mikkel curled up on the bed, on his side, staring at the images of the bassist across the bed. He could taste his lips and the booze, but it was that moment when he had bounced his thigh between Mikkel’s legs during that lap dance. He wanted that damned bassist between his thighs right now and all he had was himself. The swirl of dissatisfaction and lust intensified everything he was feeling.
The daydreams wouldn’t stop. He wanted him; in the shower, on the bed, to climb into his lap like the dirty band dad Sigurd claimed to be. Mikkel was getting desperate, and he was tiring himself out with the incessant orgasms and dirty imaginings. His arm was burning from overuse. He wondered what got him so wound up over this one person. There were others he liked but Sigurd, just seeing a picture of him or hearing his name nearly sent him into a spiral of sexual desire that he couldn’t stop.
His breath was coming hard as he started rubbing his bicep and hand. He’d cramped up from pleasuring himself. That had never happened before. As the pain subsided, he felt drowsy. Where he was had been forgotten but his mind was still on the Swede. No doubt he was about to drift off into dirty dreams. At least it would give his arm a break.
The Dane curled up on the bed while drowsily pulling the sheet up over his body. As he came down, he was getting cold. The warmth only lulling him further into his exhaustion and sleep. There he laid, sleeping among all the music magazines and too tired to care where he was right now. It didn’t matter since he was safe here in the hotel.
Rik had insisted that Mikkel go out with Aarne, and it wasn’t a bad choice. The two were now on bikes and heading for the local music shop. He had some money saved up, Mikkel wanted to get another bass. Of course, Aarne was teasing him as they rode side by side, screaming about how he had a bass obsession. It had the young Dane blushing red as Aarne’s bike because it was true, partially. Mikkel had played bass before, but he needed to sell it to survive. Being around all the musicians, and especially listening to Sigurd play had him thinking he should pick it back up again. Thankfully, that claim of bass obsession could get thrown back at the drummer who just laughed right along with the Dane. That was why they were out, Mikkel wanted a new bass and Rekker had agreed to give it a custom painting if he couldn’t find one, he liked. This was exciting.
The two young men walked into the store loud and joking over the hotness of dark-haired bassists. It was something they shared though Sigurd and Joe had very different personalities from what either of them had seen. Mikkel and Aarne went their own ways inside; Mikkel looking at the basses and Aarne went off to check out new drumsticks. Mikkel spent some time with one of the salesmen to determine what bass might best suit what he wanted to play and his price range.
They were in the back looking for the bass he wanted when Aarne came up with a local L.A. music magazine. Mikkel, genuinely interested in the scene here but then Aarne flipped it open. Local media had latched on to Blixt, no doubt because of Rekker. The drummer flipped the magazine page and there was a full-page image of Sigurd, shirtless and pants undone. Aarne starting to giggle wildly when he heard the Dane gasp quietly.
“I found a couple.” Aarne presented Mikkel with a stack of 4 or 5 magazines. All of them had a section on Blixt, not interviews, but general information. No doubt the images were from other media and not new. Too many had snow which wasn’t happening here in L.A., not unless they went to the mountains. No one had gone to the mountains. It took Aarne elbowing the Dane for him to realize they were back with his bass, bag, strings, and the other items he needed to get started.
“These too.” Mikkel dropped the whole stack of magazines on the counter.
“I don’t blame you. He’s hot in an angry dad way.” Aarne whispered in Danish while trying to keep composure.
Mikkel flushed while counting money to pay for his gear. “He’s all bluster. Sig is trash like the rest of them.”
Aarne was instantly interested, and they turned to what was more like gossiping girls, though no one here would know for the chatter in Danish.
“I gave him a lap dance at the strip club.” Mikkel mentioned while shouldering the bass bag and grabbing the bag of extras, including the coveted magazines.
Aarne covered his mouth, snorting between fingers from laughter. “I bet he chain smokes around you. He’s so nervous and trying to be better than the rest.”
Mikkel leaned into the drummer as they stepped out the door. He drove Sigurd crazy, not that most of it was on purpose. “Smoke in one hand and the other on my ass.”
Aarne could barely get on the bike while laughing and watching the much younger Dane get on Rik’s bike. As was his usual, Aarne was pleased to send dirty, well these weren’t quite dirty, but they definitely were to the innocent Dane. Aarne knew this and found himself laughing too much to have much of a discussion on the way back.
Mikkel dumped his things in the room he was sharing with Ansgar, frowning at the way it smelled like a perfume stall exploded. Torden must have been here earlier. Mikkel wanted to look at the magazines, read them since he knew so little about Blixt but the perfume in the place made his eyes burn. How the Dane wore so much was beyond the youngest of them. He packed up the magazines and wondered where to go. Instinctively, he walked down toward Sigurd’s room, knocked, and got no answer.
The door was unlocked so he went in. The bassist wasn’t in the room but had been. The smell of smoke lingering as much as Torden’s perfume had in the other. Mikkel decided he was staying. What was the bassist going to do? Complain? He kicked off his cowboy boots and climbed on the bed to lay out and read. Reading quickly became staring at the pictures. The magazines all spread out on the bed.
Laying in Sigurd’s bed while staring at pictures of him that suggested some lewdness without showing anything was erotic, dirty even. Mikkel started laughing because he’d heard this was what American girls did with these kinds of magazines, though he understood why. Not only, Sigurd, but most of the other men in the magazines were unbelievably hot. They did the same thing Mikkel was starting to do too, imagining them there in the bed.
He laid out on the bed on his back wondering where the hell the bassist was, probably out drinking with his band. The young Dane tossed his belt on the floor and found his hand naturally slipping into his pants while he thought about Sigurd. All memory of this being Sigurd’s actual room forgotten as he started to daydream about his touch. The way the bassist touched his body had him grabbing his cock to stroke it. Soon he was wiggling out of his pants, imagining Sigurd pulling them off in the heat of need.
Mikkel could imagine Sigurd’s lips on his neck the weight of his body on top of him. He hadn’t ever wanted any specific person this much. Sure, he had fantasies about sex, occasionally certain people, but this was constant. As he laid on Sigurd’s bed, he desperately wanted the bassist to come through the door and get his hands all over his body. Mikkel was moaning while he laid there, hand working his cock while he imagined it was the Swede. He still remembered being in the booth and those first touches of his hand. That was enough for the Dane to push him right over the edge.
Panting hard, Mikkel couldn’t stop daydreaming and kept going. Where the hell was Sigurd? Mikkel wanted him and he felt bitchy over the fact that he wasn’t in his room. The split desire of wanting to slap the bassist in the face for not being here and wanting to feel those rough hands on his ass. Mikkel curled up on the bed, on his side, staring at the images of the bassist across the bed. He could taste his lips and the booze, but it was that moment when he had bounced his thigh between Mikkel’s legs during that lap dance. He wanted that damned bassist between his thighs right now and all he had was himself. The swirl of dissatisfaction and lust intensified everything he was feeling.
The daydreams wouldn’t stop. He wanted him; in the shower, on the bed, to climb into his lap like the dirty band dad Sigurd claimed to be. Mikkel was getting desperate, and he was tiring himself out with the incessant orgasms and dirty imaginings. His arm was burning from overuse. He wondered what got him so wound up over this one person. There were others he liked but Sigurd, just seeing a picture of him or hearing his name nearly sent him into a spiral of sexual desire that he couldn’t stop.
His breath was coming hard as he started rubbing his bicep and hand. He’d cramped up from pleasuring himself. That had never happened before. As the pain subsided, he felt drowsy. Where he was had been forgotten but his mind was still on the Swede. No doubt he was about to drift off into dirty dreams. At least it would give his arm a break.
The Dane curled up on the bed while drowsily pulling the sheet up over his body. As he came down, he was getting cold. The warmth only lulling him further into his exhaustion and sleep. There he laid, sleeping among all the music magazines and too tired to care where he was right now. It didn’t matter since he was safe here in the hotel.
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Date: 2022-01-10 06:23 pm (UTC)"Go away." He barely grouched the words out while reaching out to pull the blankets back. He's sort of awake, not fully, not enough to register who is talking to him.
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Date: 2022-01-10 06:29 pm (UTC)The bassist was about to grouch back at the brat when he noticed the open pages on the magazines. They were all him? Fuck! Sig turned a few of the pages and realised what was going on here. Had Mikkel come back with a load of magazines with Blixt in? With Sig inside specifically so he could look at them? Dirty brat.
"Have you been jerking off in my fucking bed, you dirty brat?"
The Swede smirked at the very idea and then began tickling Mikkel under his arms and then all over his chest, trying to rouse the Dane.
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Date: 2022-01-10 06:34 pm (UTC)The tickling though brings him awake like he's been electrocuted; kicking and screaming. If Sigurd doesn't dodge he might get hit or kicked. The young Dane is extremely ticklish, not as much as Rik but enough to get a high pitched wail out of him as the Swede continues.
"Stop!!!" Mikkel hasn't registered who has started tickling him yet since he's still waking and more interested in attempting to push the hands away from his sides.
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Date: 2022-01-10 06:38 pm (UTC)"Woken up now, brat? How comfy is my bed compared to yours?"
Lighting up the bassist exhaled and put a hand on his hip just staring at the sight. A fucking hot sight it was too. The Dane's long boyish body laid out to view with Mikkel just in a light shirt and nothing else. Did he get off looking at magazines of Sigurd? That was the main question now.
"Did Hunter give you all of those or was it Aarne?"
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Date: 2022-01-10 06:46 pm (UTC)"Torden stank up my room with his shit." He tried to deflect why he was here and then remembered all the magazines. He felt like he wanted to crawl away and hide but wasn't sure why. Glancing over at the magazines still mostly on the bed he gave Sigurd the finger.
"I bought them myself. I can buy things myself without you, or anyone else." Even if Aarne had pointed them out, Mikkel had used his own money for them.
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Date: 2022-01-10 06:59 pm (UTC)Sig gazed down at the Dane and knew he'd get an earful of bitchy bullshit from Mikkel because that was his way. The Swede was used to this by now and found it cute the way the brat snarked at him. He wouldn't have it any other way.
"Did you enjoy me, brat?"
Pulling up a magazine, Sig opened the double paged spread and waved it in front of Mikkel's face playfully before dropping it back down again. Shit. Where the fuck were they selling these? Whatever. People could look for all the good it would do them. Blixt were in LA and the news was spreading fast it seemed.
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Date: 2022-01-10 07:07 pm (UTC)He was being a brat, or worse, because he knew that would stir the older bassist up just hearing those words. However, as he woke up more and remembered what felt like hours before, the Dane got grouchy.
"No." He snapped. "You weren't fucking here." Mikkel shoved the magazine away feeling weirdly angry that Sigurd wasn't here. Jealousy, maybe, or just being a horny and demanding teen, who knew.
"Obviously, you'd rather drink than be here." He's snapping meanly at the bassist and can't control it because he doesn't exactly know why he suddenly feels this mad over Sigurd being somewhere else.
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Date: 2022-01-10 07:16 pm (UTC)Sig was mostly teasing but in a good way because he couldn't talk. Most, if not all of the Swede were trashy drunks and someone only needed to glance at Bjorn to see that it was completely true. Of course Mikkel was going to be a surly bitch. The bassist just inhaled on his smoke but didn't move.
"Of course I wasn't fucking here since I was out with my band mates getting drunk. Don't be such a jealous brat. You're such a needy little shit aren't you?"
Sighing, he finished off his smoke then had an idea how to shut the surly bratty teen up. Oh did he. Grabbing the base of the bed, Sig then jumped up onto the bed, straddling the Dane's lithe hips, leaning down to capture those bitchy lips in a passionate kiss, biting the lower lip gently.
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Date: 2022-01-10 08:00 pm (UTC)Rik probably wouldn't but Mikkel could start shit for his cousin. He only got cattier with Sigurd as the conversation went on.
"If you want to see a needy, jealous bastard... go find the damned mirror." Mikkel could feel it more clearly though. He was jealous that Sigurd was somewhere else and he couldn't help but imagine him with some other stripper. The thought burned with hot anger inside. He didn't want Sigurd paying attention to anyone else.
The speed at which Sigurd is on top of the Dane is enough to get him gasping in surprise before giggling into the kiss. He pushes to deepen the kiss and wraps his arms around the Swede. He'd daydreamed about this earlier and the weight on his body felt even more erotic than Mikkel had imagined.
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Date: 2022-01-18 06:44 pm (UTC)"I want you, Mikkel."
The words came out needy and full of lust because he was unable to help himself any longer. Through all the dirty dreams he'd had of the brat this was now a reality. He wanted to fuck the brat in his own bed. Sigurd nuzzling into Mikkel's neck while slowly grinding his hardening erection against the boy's thigh. His heart was hammering hard in his chest and his blood was hot with lust but he knew he'd have to go slow since Mikkel was still new to sex.
"Do you trust me, brat?"
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Date: 2022-01-18 07:35 pm (UTC)"I want you to touch me." Mikkel's voice is small and shaking with nerves but he's learning to ask for what he wants. It's still new to him but he's already found that he loves being touched all over. There was nothing as good as laying around with Sigurd's hands on his body. The giggles are punctuated by a gasp as he feels Sigurd's body rubbing against him.
"I'm naked in your bed, what do you think?" Mikkel stuck his tongue out at the bassist, laughing more, in part because of how good everything felt.