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All in a Night...

For 101 Ways to Say I Love You 23. "I want you, and only you."

The night was busy and Mikkel had gained some regulars, thankfully polite for the most part though one of them routinely kissed his cheek when handing over money that had become a game of Mikkel slipping away before he could. The bar was packed though and tonight there was a lot more than the regulars, most were getting way too drunk which didn’t bode well for how the night would continue. However, tonight he was with Tory on stage. They worked well together, and they had a playful repertoire between the two of them based in trust and being, probably, the sassiest of the girls at this strip club.

They had the people screaming and whistling within moments, two incredibly tall, thin women grinding on a pole and sharing girlish kisses. They did it because it brought tips, lots of tips in a hurry. It was also fun. They would laugh about the expressions they saw after they left the stage and figure out how to make it even more over the top next time. Tory was a friend that Mikkel needed in his life and Tory seemed to need him as well, though Tory didn’t know Mikkel was a boy. It didn’t matter. Mikkel imagined she wouldn’t care even if she knew.

Mikkel loved to dance but with Sigurd around, it wasn’t only Sigurd bothered by the other men’s attention. He came off the stage to sit with Tory and share a soda. They were on stage together at this venue, a lot, because they were opposites. Mikkel pale and blonde while Tory was olive with dark hair; both were tall and slim. He liked Tory and though not much older felt motherly or maybe like an older sister. While they sat there Mikkel noticed quite a few men watching them, talking. He was always wary because he started so early and even here, he was still maintaining lies he knew could be dangerous if the wrong people found out.

“Hey, Mikki, are you alright?” Tory’s concerned voice and gentle hand brought his attention up and he smiled but his eyes hadn’t left the two tables that were watching them.

“I’m ok.” He nodded but his eyes were flickering to the tables so much that Tory glanced over at the lewd looks they were getting. “The staring is starting to bother me.”

Tory nodded and lit up a cigarette while they sat there on break between performances. “I know how it is when you have someone and…” She vaguely motioned toward the crowd before laughing. “We all saw your boyfriend the other night. Damn, he’s hot with that long dark hair.”

Mikkel felt himself blush and there was nothing he could do about it. Sigurd, thinking of him, caused little nervous butterfly feelings inside and even on his skin. “He is, but he’s jealous too of all of the men here.”

The older dancer nodded because she knew what that was like from previous boyfriends she had or with the other girls’ boyfriends. “It takes time for a man to accept other men are looking at us, but it doesn’t mean anything. I’m sure he’ll get better.”

Mikkel nodded and leaned against Tory. “He is, I think. It’s rough.”

Tory smiled. “He’s the first one you’re serious about?”

Mikkel blushed and nodded in return. “He does things to me.”

“I’m sure he does.” Tory laughed so hard she had to set the soda down.

“That... “he smacked her playfully on the arm. “.. well yes but that’s not what I meant.” Mikkel felt his cheeks burning.

“I know what you meant.” She responded, ruffling his hair, and giving him a side hug. “You’re so cute when you blush though. How can I help but tease you a little?”

Mikkel was listening but sucked in a breath when he saw the guys getting up. His instincts told him to run but he didn’t want to be bullied and, in here, security would come if things started happening. Tory squeezed his hand under the table because she wasn’t going to be driven out of the bar either.

“The way you look on stage…” One of the guys touched his hair after they made it to the table. All Mikkel could think of was Sigurd and the fight that would be starting if he was here. As much as the Swede made him feel safe Mikkel is glad he isn’t here. “…Why don’t we walk our way into the back?”

He froze and Tory spoke up. “She has someone AND it isn’t you!” Tory wasn’t going to stand by and let the men harass the youngest of them. Mikkel felt a tug on his hair and bit back the fear that went along with it.

“I don’t see anyone keeping you busy.” The guy leaned in and Mikkel instinctively leaned away toward his friend. “I’ll pay you really good.”

Mikkel acted before he could think and slapped the man right across the face. “I’m not a prostitute, you dumb bastard!”

Anger from how Sigurd had behaved before surged up and as the guy went to say something Mikkel balled his fist up and busted him right in the mouth for whatever was going to come out. Tory gasped and then he heard her giggle beside him as the guy touched his lip.

“I’m a dancer not some fucking whore to use because you can’t get any unless you pay someone for it.” Mikkel was on his feet screaming in the guy’s face and about eight inches taller in the shoes he wore dancing. One of his friends came up and Mikkel turned such a disgusted and furious look on him that he paused. “I have someone, and I don’t want any of you.”

Tory’s hand on his forearm was all that kept him from mouthing off more to the four guys that had approached them. Now, they did head toward the back and Mikkel could feel the guys following. The bouncer at the hall to the dressing room gave Mikkel a gentle pat on the shoulder. It was a cue all the girls knew. It meant he had seen and was watching. The four got stopped and the heated discussion followed by a call to throw them out. Mikkel stepped back into the doorway and gave them two middle fingers as the other security in the bar went to take them away.

However, once in the back he felt the fear sink in. He had lashed out because of past trauma. Sighing, he sat down knowing he had three more performances before he could leave. Mikkel made his way over to his purse and pulled out his phone. He hated doing this, but he needed to text Sigurd.

Hey Daddy! I know you’re on stage, but can you stop by and pick me up on the way back to the hotel? I don’t feel like fucking walking in these heels. I want you, only my dirty daddy. <3

He set the phone aside and went to fix his make up. He would need to go back on stage soon no matter what he was feeling right now.

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Mikkel hesitated and then felt the pang if guilt over being dishonest. "I punched him in the mouth earlier when he tried to buy me."

Maybe it would make Sigurd mad but better this mad then from finding out the Dane had been lying. Mikkel pushed himself nearly into Sigurd's lap when they got in the taxi.

"I can hold my own." Maybe he couldn't but he wasn't about to admit it even if he was melting into that hug for safety.

Sigurd pulled out his pack of smokes, offering Mikkel one because he knew they could both do with some stress relief after that shit show back in the alley. Hearing the Dane speak caused the Swede to intake a breath and near snap his cigarette in half with anger but he forced himself to calm down just for Mikkel's sakes.

"Bastard. If I had been there when he tried to buy you---"

The anger simmering up in the Swede's eyes once more as he forced himself to stare out of the window as he lit up taking a few deep drags before even trying to speak again. Shit. He decided to forget about those fuckheads because they weren't worth shit. Hands now drifting into Mikkel's hair, not caring what the taxi driver thought. For all he knew this was a rock star with his girlfriend who was a dancer.

"I know. But I still worry about you. That pepper spray to the face though? Fucking epic."

Mikkel took the cigarette and a light. He did need to calm down but when Sigurd turned away he leaned in to kiss his cheek.

"He was a jealous asshole." Mikkel told the bassist before taking a long drag from the smoke. "Pissed off because I told him I already had someone."

That hand in his hair felt good and pulled a long sigh from the Dane.

"Missy gave it to me. She said when she used to dance she carried one because Rekker insisted." He figured the ginger was probably as protective and tightly wound as the dark haired Swede.

"Of course he was. You're too good for the likes of that asshole, Mikkel. No fuckhead like that deserves you. Thuggish scum."

Sigurd just stroked Mikkel's hair softly as they rode back to the hotel, not wanting to think about those bastards back at the club alley anymore. At least the Dane was safe. The pepper spray was a good call from Missy and Sigurd would have advised it too but knew that Mikkel was headstrong in his own.

"She's very wise to have it. A fist and trash can lid both work just as effectively too."

Cracking a smile, Sigurd kissed Mikkel on the lips just as the taxi pulled up outside the hotel entrance.

"He's pissed someone else had the hottest girl in the club." Mikkel was trying to get Sigurd to realize that he might be jealous but plenty would be jealous of him too.

"Not in these stilettos." Mikkel laughed as the kiss broke and straightened on of his legs up in the back of the car to show off his spiked heels. They were new shoes because he and Aarne kept shopping together.

Giggling, he got out of the car and smirked. "Come on. You owe me a massage... and a shower."

If realism wouldn't deter the anger, maybe flirting would.

"Let him be pissed. No one gets their hands on you, brat."

Sigurd glanced down at the shoes Mikkel had on and shook his head laughing at just how impractical they really were. Fine for being on the pole but useless for running or fighting in. Ah well---that massage and shower sounded really good about now.

"Shower? I never mentioned that but I see you're already thinking about my naked body under the hot jets I see."

The Swede got out of the car, paying the driver and then giving the Dane a quick ass pat. This is what he loved about the Dane. All the playfulness as well as the cocky brattitude.

"I don't want any other hands on me." Mikkel whisper with a giggle. He liked to flirt, oart of what he liked about dancing, but this was different. This flirting mattered.

"I just want to get clean after work." Mikkel shot back, squeaking from that pat. "You're the one thinking about being naked with me, daddy."

He started giggling more and grabbed Sigurd, fully palming his crotch before walking off with a full hip swagger. They might be impractical but he could strut in them.

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"I know you do and you deserve a nice hot shower. We could both do with one after fighting thugs in the trash heap."

This was true enough since Sigurd hated smelling like fish bones and rotten vegetables just like the next man. That bastard had deserved to be thrown into the shit though and the Swede had no regrets.

"Daddy? Are you going to call me this from now on? You naughty brat."

Just watching Mikkel swagger into the hotel got the Swede hot under the collar because he looked so hot and feminine with those long legs of his. Following behind Sigurd offered an ass pinch when he caught up to the Dane.

"Oh! You aren't going to try to fuck me smelling like a dirty bar?" Mikkel couldn't help teasing Sigurd now.

"Are you going to try and argue that you aren't a Dirty Daddy?" His legs were on full display in the shirt shorts he was wearing. That pinch got a cry from its unexpectedness. "You can't keep your hand off my ass. Can you?"

He's being snotty but it's flirtatious for the moment.

"Since when do I stink like a dirty fucking bar, brat? You're the one who gets booze thrown on you from what I've heard. Dancing all night around drunken fuckheads."

Of course he was teasing but knew full well what could happen in and around the club with a load of leering drunks. Most men went there to oogle at hot, tall sexy girls and throw booze down their necks at the same time. Mikkel coming under the hot, tall girl catagory.

"Nope. You got a problem with that, brat? You can't keep yours off my cock."

Sigurd just smirked and then slipped an arm around Mikkel's shoulder.

"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.

"Occupational hazard. Sometimes I get booze thrown on me too in the form of bottles of beer or whatever the fuck else. I try to dodge but sometimes I get showered. We all do. Bjorn hates it more since he doesn't like being covered in other people's booze. Lars---well he outright tarts behind his kit and throws the bottles back."

Sigurd just nipped at Mikkel's earlobe regarding the comments around wanting to feel the young Dane up all the time. Was he right though? Was the brat speaking the truth? Perhaps he was.

"I'd like to do body shots off you, Mikkel. As for anyone else doing them back at the club----I, well they can fuck off."

Jealousy threatening to well up and ruin the moment but he forced it back down because this was their night together.

"I heard Rekker beat someone for throwing booze on Bjorn when he was down talking with Damien." Who knew if it was true but Mikkel could imagine the redhead doing that.

"You can." Mikkel laughed as he pulled away to press the elevator button. "You should come watch me dance and I'll pull you up on stage. You can lick booze off my legs and piss them all off."

He could tell the Swede is jealous and comes back to slip his arms around his neck. "Unless you have to be such a dirty sugar daddy that we need to be in private."

"I can believe that. Rekker is a ginger demon and gets possessed when angry. Then again, I sympathise with that because I can't help my temper when it flares up."

This was something the bassist had been known for throughout Blixt and couldn't help being who he was. The anger just part of his life made worse through dealing with society being a bitch to Lars and Bjorn. Even young Ulrik wasn't spared the cruelty of the media when he and Bjorn used to date.

"I'd like that. To come up on stage and lick booze from your body. Everyone else can see that I'm your dirty daddy then. How about it? We can also do it in the bedroom too. More fun that way."

Sigurd was doing his best to break through the stoic, grumpy bastard he'd first been on their first meeting together. He wanted to cut Mikkel a break and actually show some respect for the boy's work choices.

"You two should hang out. He's sweet under all the angry bastard. Mikkel laughed while kissing the bassist's cheek. "A bit like you... dirty, angry, sugar daddy."

He pulled away and into the elevator, slipping the little silk shirt he had off and leaving him standing in his little lace bralette as he threw the shirt in the bassist's face. "Is that what daddy wants to do upstairs? Lick booze off me?"

"You mean me hang out with Rekker? Why not? He seems a good man from what I've heard. Bjorn has never been happier now that he's engaged to his angry Brit."

Mikkel's little display in the elevator caused the Swede to laugh as the shirt was thrown into his face. The Dane could be such a bratty whore at times and the bassist loved it. Inhaling the shirt he sighed a little because the scent was uniquely Mikkel.

"Maybe I do. How about you lick booze off me after?"

Would they even get to the shower and massage at this rate? The booze licking would come first though. Sigurd pushing his body against the Dane's as he kissed the brat's lips passionately.

"Yes. I think he could use more friends." Mikkel got a long with the guitarist because they shared a lot in common despite the age difference being vast.

He started giggling again. "You're a liar." He can't stop giggling because the stress goes away when Sigurd is around. "You just want to shove my mouth down lower."

Then there's that kiss and Mikkel moans, pressing in, and glad they're away from the club. These little, soft leather shirts aren't going to hide what the Swede does to him when they kiss.

Sigurd nodded. Making more friends was always beneficial especially if you're someone like Rekker who had trouble with mental health issues. It must be hard but Bjorn seemed to be doing some good for the ginger so he'd heard. The bassist capturing Mikkel's lips in a heated kiss while his hands stroked down the Dane's sides.

"You love having that bratty mouth wrapped around my cock. Admit it."

The elevator made a ding as they got to the top of the stairs and the doors opened. Outside Hunter was giggling drunkenly against the wall as Gilly slumped to the floor smashed out of his head. The Swede tried to pick the young drummer up but failed, just slumping to the floor himself; wine glass tipping out of his hand.

"At least you two had fun tonight."

Sigurd offering a smirk to the trashed lovers as they walked towards their room.

"Do you like having that dad mouth on mine?" He's being bratty but he's settled into sex, loved sex. He couldn't get enough of the attention or touch that felt good.

Mikkel glanced at the two drunks laughing but he used both hands to give Sigurd's as a grab, pushing the Swede a little.

"You're so dirty."

"I prefer yours on mine since you're the one with the dirty, bitchy mouth. Your tongue feels good on my hot cock, brat."

The ass grab caused a laugh from the older man who turned and kissed Mikkel roughly on the lips, shoving him towards the doorway of their hotel room. Being dirty had it's advantages obviously. Opening the door, Sigurd then patted the Dane's ass once more as they stepped inside.

"So, body shots first then a shower and massage? Or did you want something else?"

"Of course you do. You're a dirty, demanding dad who always has ti have his way."

Mikkel is full on laughing now. The Dane kicked off his shoes once they were inside the room then grabbed Sigurd from behind, wrapping his arms around the older man's chest.

"Am I going to get my massage if I let you lick booze off me first?" Mikkel kissed his cheek while hugging the bassist tightly from behind.

"So you keep saying. My reputation is going to be spreading around this fucking hotel like wild fire. Dirty Daddy Sigurd people will call me."

The Swede loved that it made Mikkel happy that he had his sugar daddy. Not that he minded the name calling at all more that he was teasing the young Dane. Only Mikkel could call him Dirty Daddy though. Anyone else might end up with a smack around the head.

"How about I say yes? Would you like that, brat?"

Sigurd grabbed Mikkel's hands around his chest kissing them gently.

"You had that reputation before, DAD." Mikkel was hanging on the Swede while they spoke. It felt so good. "Now everyone knows you're dirty too."

He let his hands drift on Sigurd's chest. "Get your booze and lose your clothes?" Mikkel started giggling and pulled back, slipping out of the bralette and setting it on Sigurd's head. He felt high from being protected and wasn't coming down.

Edited 2022-03-27 18:28 (UTC)

"Did I? You fucking made it worse making me seem like some kinky deviant. Dirty brat."

Sigurd was smirking though as he playfully elbowed the Dane in his side before pulling his shirt over his head. The bralette on the head got the Swede pulling it off and chucking it onto the bed. At least Mikkel was feeling better and was being playful.

"I see you want to use my booze, brat. How about your own? Greedy bitch, aren't you?"

The bassist just pressed a kiss to Mikkel's cheek before delving under the bed to pull out two bottles of Ivar's gut rot. It was strong as Mule and did the same job.

"You are a kinky bastard." Mikkel accused. "You're obsessed with getting your cock sucked and pushing me against walls... what else? Huh, do you have a kink for being called daddy too?"

He was back to being a brat but also feeling emotionally high from watching Sigurd come to his defense. It made his heart flutter wildly to think about it.

"What kind of cheap bastard invites a girl back home and insists she pay for drinks?" Mikkel grabbed Sigurd's ass while he was bent over before he started to ever so slowly unlace the front of his little shorts. "You're a greedy, dirty bastard too. Wanting me to provide the sex and the booze?"

The Dane's sass is teasing, near flirting, and not all that serious.

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