I Left Work Early...
Mar. 23rd, 2022 10:24 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oprorsk_sodeFor Hugs #16: ‘not wanting to let go’ hugs
Mikkel had no idea what was going on with his mind, or was it his emotions? Either way he left work early and sped to the venue where the bands were playing this evening. He was barely going to make it before Blixt was on stage but didn’t care. He needed Sigurd, now. It wasn’t a sexual feeling but a raw need as if he would burst into tears if he couldn’t be close to him. It left the young Dane feeling panicked about it for no reason as he made his way through the backstage door. He hadn’t even taken the time to change out of his own stage clothes and stood there in short shorts and a lace bra with ridiculously high heels. He didn’t even think about it, barely remembered to grab his bag from work which was still slung over his shoulder. He could have left it on the bike.
Which dressing room?
He stared at all the doors and started listening for Bjorn, surely, he would still be getting dressed with 15 minutes left before going on stage. Though, what if he was with the ginger? Mikkel stood in the hallway biting his nails and staring at the doors while cursing the bastards that hadn’t labeled them some way. They were supposed to put papers on the doors to identify which band was where. He was wiggling around in place, rocking from one foot to the other until his anxiety forced him toward the first door he saw. It was the wrong door, but Ziggy pointed him in the right direction with one of his placid yet knowing smiles.
Mikkel didn’t bother to think about it and was walking at a brisk pace toward the indicated door. He wanted to run but he felt like that would make him look like a fool. This was foolish. He was in full panic over not being around someone he had literally been with four hours earlier. This was true madness to the young Dane.
There wasn’t even a knock. He just burst into the dressing room. Sigurd was sitting on the couch tuning his bass, but the teen wasn’t deterred at all. He dropped his bag on the ground and pushed the bass aside. There was no time before he shoved himself right into Sigurd’s lap between the instrument and his lover’s chest. It was such a relief to wrap his arms around the Swede and lay against him. Sigurd let out something that sounded like an annoyed, but reluctantly accepting, sigh as he put his bass aside to hold Mikkel. It was only now that Mikkel realized he was panting heavily from worry or rushing, both maybe and so many other things. He just knew he needed to hold on to Sigurd and he couldn’t even bear to stay at work for the next three hours. He couldn’t wait that long.
“I have to go on stage, brat.”
Mikkel ignored the comment while Sigurd stroked his hair. The racing in his mind was finally calming as he folded himself up into a ball that fit neatly onto the bassist’s lap despite Mikkel being taller. Then the push came to try and slide him off his partner’s lap. He knew Sigurd had to go but he didn’t want him to.
“Come on!”
Sigurd was actively trying to push Mikkel aside and needing to go but Mikkel shook his head against Sigurd’s chest. The panicked feeling was coming back as he thought about the Swede going anywhere, for any reason.
“You’re a demanding brat.” Sigurd stopped pushing and brushed his own hair out of his face. Mikkel shifted to look up at the bassist without moving his head from where it was planted against his chest. The kiss on his forehead pulled the biggest grin into the Dane’s features. This was exactly what he wanted.
“Fuck!” Sigurd was getting frustrated, Mikkel could hear it in his voice. Mikkel watched Ulrik head for the door and stop to wait for Sigurd.
“I’ll spend all night with you.” Sigurd had gone from force to negotiation because he had to get to the stage. Mikkel sighed and then reluctantly slid off his lap. The last thing to leave was the arms around the bassist’s neck. The Dane sat there watching him disappear out into the corridor and the feelings came back almost instantaneously. He had no idea why it hurt so much but today it did. Mikkel grabbed Sigurd’s jacket off the back of the couch and curled up under it to wait. How long was he going to be on stage? Right now, any time felt like an eternity.
Mikkel had no idea what was going on with his mind, or was it his emotions? Either way he left work early and sped to the venue where the bands were playing this evening. He was barely going to make it before Blixt was on stage but didn’t care. He needed Sigurd, now. It wasn’t a sexual feeling but a raw need as if he would burst into tears if he couldn’t be close to him. It left the young Dane feeling panicked about it for no reason as he made his way through the backstage door. He hadn’t even taken the time to change out of his own stage clothes and stood there in short shorts and a lace bra with ridiculously high heels. He didn’t even think about it, barely remembered to grab his bag from work which was still slung over his shoulder. He could have left it on the bike.
Which dressing room?
He stared at all the doors and started listening for Bjorn, surely, he would still be getting dressed with 15 minutes left before going on stage. Though, what if he was with the ginger? Mikkel stood in the hallway biting his nails and staring at the doors while cursing the bastards that hadn’t labeled them some way. They were supposed to put papers on the doors to identify which band was where. He was wiggling around in place, rocking from one foot to the other until his anxiety forced him toward the first door he saw. It was the wrong door, but Ziggy pointed him in the right direction with one of his placid yet knowing smiles.
Mikkel didn’t bother to think about it and was walking at a brisk pace toward the indicated door. He wanted to run but he felt like that would make him look like a fool. This was foolish. He was in full panic over not being around someone he had literally been with four hours earlier. This was true madness to the young Dane.
There wasn’t even a knock. He just burst into the dressing room. Sigurd was sitting on the couch tuning his bass, but the teen wasn’t deterred at all. He dropped his bag on the ground and pushed the bass aside. There was no time before he shoved himself right into Sigurd’s lap between the instrument and his lover’s chest. It was such a relief to wrap his arms around the Swede and lay against him. Sigurd let out something that sounded like an annoyed, but reluctantly accepting, sigh as he put his bass aside to hold Mikkel. It was only now that Mikkel realized he was panting heavily from worry or rushing, both maybe and so many other things. He just knew he needed to hold on to Sigurd and he couldn’t even bear to stay at work for the next three hours. He couldn’t wait that long.
“I have to go on stage, brat.”
Mikkel ignored the comment while Sigurd stroked his hair. The racing in his mind was finally calming as he folded himself up into a ball that fit neatly onto the bassist’s lap despite Mikkel being taller. Then the push came to try and slide him off his partner’s lap. He knew Sigurd had to go but he didn’t want him to.
“Come on!”
Sigurd was actively trying to push Mikkel aside and needing to go but Mikkel shook his head against Sigurd’s chest. The panicked feeling was coming back as he thought about the Swede going anywhere, for any reason.
“You’re a demanding brat.” Sigurd stopped pushing and brushed his own hair out of his face. Mikkel shifted to look up at the bassist without moving his head from where it was planted against his chest. The kiss on his forehead pulled the biggest grin into the Dane’s features. This was exactly what he wanted.
“Fuck!” Sigurd was getting frustrated, Mikkel could hear it in his voice. Mikkel watched Ulrik head for the door and stop to wait for Sigurd.
“I’ll spend all night with you.” Sigurd had gone from force to negotiation because he had to get to the stage. Mikkel sighed and then reluctantly slid off his lap. The last thing to leave was the arms around the bassist’s neck. The Dane sat there watching him disappear out into the corridor and the feelings came back almost instantaneously. He had no idea why it hurt so much but today it did. Mikkel grabbed Sigurd’s jacket off the back of the couch and curled up under it to wait. How long was he going to be on stage? Right now, any time felt like an eternity.