"When you get off stage or come back from playing." Mikkel turned around laughing. "You're just jealous that I smell of booze and you weren't doing body shots off my navel."

He loved the playfulness because it helped him forget the night. "When have I put my hand on your cock? You're the one always offering to give me hand jobs the moment my pants are undone."

He had to lean a little when Sigurd tried to put his arm up on his shoulders, especially in heels, it was a bit awkward but the Dane didn't complain.