Felix Mikkel Soeren (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
oprorsk_sode) wrote2022-03-26 07:31 am
oprorsk_sode) wrote2022-03-26 07:31 am
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.
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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"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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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"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."
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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.
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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?"
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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.
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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.
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"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.
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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."
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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?"
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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The Swede laughed at the ass grab as he stood back up after finding the booze. Popping both lids off he passed the brat his own bottle with a wink. This would be a fucking shit show maybe but who cared? They could massage, drink, shower, fuck and the pass out drunk. That sounded like a good plan maybe.
"I'm not cheap. I'll always pay for your drinks, Mikkel. You're my dirty demanding brat. Aren't I such a generous sugar daddy?"
Almost girlfriend but not. Girly boyfriend was a more apt naming for the brat. Mikkel was a feminine boy and Sigurd loved the fact he had such long legs.
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He could tease Sigurd all day and it would feel good. The Swede got so dodgy and irritated sometimes. Mikkel loved it.
"More like a dirty sugar daddy. I know you want me to lick booze off you so you can push me down on my knees and get your cock sucked." Mikkel set the bottle aside and stood up to slip his shorts off. He had, in fact, been shopping a hell of a lot with Aarne. The little thong pouch under his shorts proof enough though, unlike Aarne's choices, Mikkel's was red lace with a ruffle of silk across the front. The back had a large silk bow where the pieces came together, the tails of the bow hanging down over his cheeks. Aarne said that Sigurd would like these and, whether he did or not, Mikkel definitely liked wearing them.
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Sigurd just ruffled the Dane's hair at the teasing about his dreams because the Swede couldn't control what he dreamt about, could he? No one could. The fucking brat made him horny all the time even when he was in bed asleep. Now, Mikkel was slipping his shorts off, gaining the attention of the Swede who grinned and then noticed the thong pouch. Oh god what the fuck?
"What the fuck is that? A---thong pouch? Red lace and ruffles? I had no idea you liked this kind of shit, Mikkel. When did you even buy this?"
The Swede just felt his hand wander before even thinking as it was now wondering over the Dane's ass, enjoying what he was seeing and feeling. Fuck!
"Naughty brat. I love it though."
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Mikkel didn't mind but sometimes he wanted to sleep, or worse when he wanted the Swede to wake up and fuck and the bassist just wouldn't wake up. He wanted to slap him for it sometimes.
"I can't wear short shorts on stage with nothing underneath. My cock will come out and then I will get fucking attacked." For a moment the fear from earlier came rushing back full force. He swallowed it down though to enjoy the touch. "Have you never seen a woman before? I told you I liked being female when I dance."
He's getting a little snotty but he's also pushing his body up against Sigurd. "Is my dirty dad mad I went shopping without him?" Mikkel starts to giggle despite trying to hold it in. "Of course you love it. You're such a kinky dad."
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Sigurd knew Mikkel had to keep his gender a secret back at the club for many good reasons. Fuck, the boy getting busted would be a disaster and the Swede would be the first to help Mikkel get out of the shithole he might end up in. Hopefully, no one would find out he is a boy.
"Of course I've seen a woman, you fucking cheeky brat. More than you've ever seen of a woman. No, I'm not mad just surprised is all. This stinks of Aarne. It's written all over."
Posing pouch? Didn't the Fin wear one on stage drumming? Girly shopping trips could also be Aarne, possibly Hunter or one of the other more feminine band members. Bjorn was too trashy for this shit. What did he have to do now with it? Undo the bow?
"Want me to undo the bow, brat?"
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Mikkel was more afraid of someone killing him from the audience than being fired. However, he put that out of his mind to laugh at the Swede.
"Now you are talking bullshit." Mikkel pressed a playful kiss to Sigurd's lips. "I spend every night with rooms full of beautiful, mostly naked women. I don't think you've seen more than me."
He giggled loudly at the accusation because he was right. Mikkel and Aarne naturally gravitated toward each other because they had a lot in common; boys that went about not just feminine but more or less being female.
"That's not how they come off." Mikkel started to laugh more. "They pull off. The bow is there to make my ass look pretty."
He made a point to turn around and show Sigurd. What trash.
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Sigurd gently squeezed Mikkel's ass cheek and let out a coy wink towards the Dane. The bow wasn't how they came off and the Swede just rolled his eyes. Why did all these kinky panties have to be so fucking complicated? It was a good thing they weren't in the heat of passion and Sigurd fumbling his way around in the dark trying to get the damn things off.
"Alright, clever brat. You pull them off for me. Give me a show."
The Swede then gently patted Mikkel's ass once more before sitting on the edge of the bed lighting up a smoke as he did so.
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That squeeze though, Mikkel moaned and felt hot from the hands on him. He watched the Swede step away, giggled and tugged on the elastic side of the panties, letting it snap which hurt more than he expected but he grinned none the less. Turning to face Sigurd he blew him a kiss then dashed into the bathroom. He closed the door and leaned on it, a second later tossing his panties out into the room, door still closed. He's giggling so much that it's hard to even turn on the shower. This was partially the fault of Aarne and Mikkel asking how to flirt with someone more seriously than he did on stage which was all show.
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