Down at the Alley Cat...
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oprorsk_sodeWays to say I love you 75 "You're overworking yourself... Please take a break."
Sigurd was running himself ragged and refused to relax. Mikkel could see it and enlisted the help of his family to force him to take a break. Even Mikkel wasn’t seeing much of the bassist who appeared to be trying to manage everyone and everything. Torden was probably the one to spearhead getting Sigurd out of the hotel and venues. The manipulative older Dane was one you could count on convincing just about anyone to do anything. No one told him where they were having dinner just that he was going. The Danes would drag him if they had to, no stubborn Swede would convince them otherwise. Who knew who else they might drag along at this rate?
Mikkel on the other hand knew exactly what was going on, the innocent mastermind behind all of it. He’d been getting help from Aarne to improve his ability to look feminine and had all but mastered it by now. Aarne even helped him pick out the outfit; red leather knee high spike heeled boots, red leather hot pants that barely laced closed in the front, matching cropped red leather jacket and black bralette. Aarne had giggled excitedly while helping him get dressed on the sly.
What Sigurd didn’t know was that this restaurant was also a strip club, high class, near burlesque or showgirl in style rather than the sleazier venues Mikkel normally worked. He’d picked the perfect song for his red leather and smoky eyes, sure, it wasn’t the usual glam rock or metal, but it wasn’t meant to be. This was more about seduction or rather proving to the Swede that no matter what he did on stage there wouldn’t be anyone else. The older bassist needed that kind of wake-up call desperately.
Aarne texted him when everyone was seated at a table right up by the stage. He had no idea how Sigurd felt or would take all of this, but Mikkel ignored that fear while finishing his hair. He stepped out on that stage like a fashion model, the walk was practiced and perfect as he headed for the pole. For the moment ignoring Sigurd and everyone else, even the gasps at how feminine and thin he was. Or well, they would all think she was because that was what he did, what he portrayed and loved to be on stage.
He slung a leg around the pole, spinning and leaning back to unzip the short little jacket he wore. It was slow, tantalizing before putting his back to the pole and using sliding his back up it to pull the jacket off his shoulders. A smooth split and he came up crawling toward the table during the bass breakdown. He couldn’t see because of the intensity of his nerves. Sure, he was seeing but nothing was registering outside of what he did with his body. When he rolled on to his back, right at the table, he let his head hang over the side of the stage, but he was afraid to look and see if Sigurd was actually there with the Danes. He went about this as if he was and barely opened his eyes. He was so afraid to see anger.
He paid attention to his hands down the front of his body, the belt coming off as he arched and undid the laces of his shorts. Mikkel knew that it made Sigurd crazy, hopefully in a good way right now. He got up and heard the other people in the place. The sounds rushing in as he went back to the pole, jumping to it and spinning gracefully, legs spread before he wrapped them around to free his hands. Slowly he slid upside down to the floor with just his legs. Everything after that was a blur of people reaching for him and trying to get his attention. He ignored them as the pounding fear forced his heartbeat to drown out the sounds. The next thing he knew he was picking up his coat and heading for the back.
Mikkel took a deep breath and slid his coat back on but didn’t zip it up. Once he stepped out into the restaurant everyone wanted his attention. He held his head high, brushing them off and b-lined for the table with the Danes. He hoped Sigurd was there and hoped he would understand what it meant to see the Dane walk to him when he could have the attention of anyone else in this restaurant. It was a gamble, and he couldn’t bear to focus on the table yet, blindly navigating toward it. What if Sigurd was pissed, or walked out, or refused to be there at all? Mikkel tried to force those feelings down before it made him cry. This was supposed to be something for happiness. If Sigurd was there, then he planned to sit right in his lap in front of all these other people who wanted his attention. Mikkel wasn’t going to give it to them. Sigurd was the one that needed to see that work was just that and these people meant nothing. He needed to learn the people in the bar were no different than the groupies when the bassist was on stage.
Sigurd was running himself ragged and refused to relax. Mikkel could see it and enlisted the help of his family to force him to take a break. Even Mikkel wasn’t seeing much of the bassist who appeared to be trying to manage everyone and everything. Torden was probably the one to spearhead getting Sigurd out of the hotel and venues. The manipulative older Dane was one you could count on convincing just about anyone to do anything. No one told him where they were having dinner just that he was going. The Danes would drag him if they had to, no stubborn Swede would convince them otherwise. Who knew who else they might drag along at this rate?
Mikkel on the other hand knew exactly what was going on, the innocent mastermind behind all of it. He’d been getting help from Aarne to improve his ability to look feminine and had all but mastered it by now. Aarne even helped him pick out the outfit; red leather knee high spike heeled boots, red leather hot pants that barely laced closed in the front, matching cropped red leather jacket and black bralette. Aarne had giggled excitedly while helping him get dressed on the sly.
What Sigurd didn’t know was that this restaurant was also a strip club, high class, near burlesque or showgirl in style rather than the sleazier venues Mikkel normally worked. He’d picked the perfect song for his red leather and smoky eyes, sure, it wasn’t the usual glam rock or metal, but it wasn’t meant to be. This was more about seduction or rather proving to the Swede that no matter what he did on stage there wouldn’t be anyone else. The older bassist needed that kind of wake-up call desperately.
Aarne texted him when everyone was seated at a table right up by the stage. He had no idea how Sigurd felt or would take all of this, but Mikkel ignored that fear while finishing his hair. He stepped out on that stage like a fashion model, the walk was practiced and perfect as he headed for the pole. For the moment ignoring Sigurd and everyone else, even the gasps at how feminine and thin he was. Or well, they would all think she was because that was what he did, what he portrayed and loved to be on stage.
He slung a leg around the pole, spinning and leaning back to unzip the short little jacket he wore. It was slow, tantalizing before putting his back to the pole and using sliding his back up it to pull the jacket off his shoulders. A smooth split and he came up crawling toward the table during the bass breakdown. He couldn’t see because of the intensity of his nerves. Sure, he was seeing but nothing was registering outside of what he did with his body. When he rolled on to his back, right at the table, he let his head hang over the side of the stage, but he was afraid to look and see if Sigurd was actually there with the Danes. He went about this as if he was and barely opened his eyes. He was so afraid to see anger.
He paid attention to his hands down the front of his body, the belt coming off as he arched and undid the laces of his shorts. Mikkel knew that it made Sigurd crazy, hopefully in a good way right now. He got up and heard the other people in the place. The sounds rushing in as he went back to the pole, jumping to it and spinning gracefully, legs spread before he wrapped them around to free his hands. Slowly he slid upside down to the floor with just his legs. Everything after that was a blur of people reaching for him and trying to get his attention. He ignored them as the pounding fear forced his heartbeat to drown out the sounds. The next thing he knew he was picking up his coat and heading for the back.
Mikkel took a deep breath and slid his coat back on but didn’t zip it up. Once he stepped out into the restaurant everyone wanted his attention. He held his head high, brushing them off and b-lined for the table with the Danes. He hoped Sigurd was there and hoped he would understand what it meant to see the Dane walk to him when he could have the attention of anyone else in this restaurant. It was a gamble, and he couldn’t bear to focus on the table yet, blindly navigating toward it. What if Sigurd was pissed, or walked out, or refused to be there at all? Mikkel tried to force those feelings down before it made him cry. This was supposed to be something for happiness. If Sigurd was there, then he planned to sit right in his lap in front of all these other people who wanted his attention. Mikkel wasn’t going to give it to them. Sigurd was the one that needed to see that work was just that and these people meant nothing. He needed to learn the people in the bar were no different than the groupies when the bassist was on stage.
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Date: 2022-05-18 08:30 pm (UTC)"What are you going to do tonight, brat? What dirty dancing are you going to do to me?"
Was the Swede being dirty? Oh yes. Sigurd was a dirty fucking bastard and didn't care. Mikkel was his brat. He kissed the Dane's lips and bit down gently onto his lower lip.
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Date: 2022-05-18 08:38 pm (UTC)"Are you asking me for a lapdance?" Mikkel grinned and shifted suggestively in the Swede's lap while they kissed.
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Date: 2022-05-30 04:28 pm (UTC)"What if I am? Will you give me one, you dirty brat?"
The Swede kissed up the Dane's neck, smirking because this felt so good. Just stroking Sigurd's ego in the process of having the hot dancer in his lap, offering him up a fucking hot dance.
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Date: 2022-05-30 04:58 pm (UTC)He kissed that exposed v of skin on Sigurd's chest. "Can you get a lapdance without getting anything else for a couple hours?"
Mikkel wanted to tease the Swede while he could, wiggling in his lap even more.
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Date: 2022-06-09 07:22 pm (UTC)Sigurd just laughed and then bit down on Mikkel's lower lip gently, loving how playful the Dane was tonight. This would be a show to remember and the Swede was getting more riled up and horny by each second of having Mikkel dancing in his lap.
"Fuck, this is hot. You know I won't last long with your ass wiggling on my crotch, brat. You're making me fucking hard."
The Swede already near sporting a semi-erection as he bucked up and moaned softly.
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Date: 2022-06-09 08:07 pm (UTC)Mikkel giggled, sliding his hands down to grasp Sigurd at the top of his thighs and lean in to kiss him.
"You're going to have to wait." He slid his hands around Sigurd's waist and bucked up against that growing bulge in his pants. He wondered what Sigurd would do if he got too horny.
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Date: 2022-06-09 08:17 pm (UTC)Sigurd was willing to pay Mikkel for his services because he knew this was the brat's job and respected the right for him to make a living, even if it was dancing on his boyfriend's lap. The Swede made a small growling noise in the back of his throat at the grasp at his thighs.
"What if I can't fucking wait? Then what?"
At this rate Sigurd was becoming harder with every passing moment. Fuck the rules! Mikkel was teasing him on purpose and it was driving him crazy.
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Date: 2022-06-09 08:22 pm (UTC)Mikkel winked at him because Sigurd was the one that made that comment a lie. The Dane gasped at the sound Sigurd made and he felt his own body reacting.
"You have to." Mikkel was definitely teasing him on purpose and slid up closer so that his thighs were more or less around Sigurd's waist while he arched back and rolled his hips around in Sigurd's lap. "What are you going to do if you don't want to wait?"
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Date: 2022-07-17 04:07 pm (UTC)Sigurd was teasing of course because he had money and Mikkel was on duty as such doing his job so the bassist would pay. A raise of the brow at the virgin comment because Sigurd knew Mikkel was no longer a virgin even if he looked young and innocent to most.
"Who's going to stop me if I yank you off this chair right now and fuck you senseless somewhere against the nearest wall?"
The Swede was now raging horny and wanting the Dane; his cock hard within his pants while his hands grabbed at Mikkel's ass.
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Date: 2022-07-17 08:15 pm (UTC)Mikkel giggling at all of this. He felt how hard Sigurd was and moaned quietly as he pressed down against the bulge in his lover's pants.
"I'll lose my job here." Mikkel whispered. "You have to wait. I still have another dance before I can leave."
He knew this was going to drive Sigurd crazy with lust but it was fun. However, he was going to have to calm down himself because he couldn't get on stage with a bulge in his pants either. The Dane gasped wondering what he could do. Maybe he could get out of his last dance of the night?
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Date: 2022-07-17 08:21 pm (UTC)Sigurd was frustrated and so turned on right now it hurt. Yet, he knew Mikkel would lose his job if he just snatched the brat off stage and fucked him somewhere. Damn it. The Swede sighed and kissed the Dane's lips hungrily before breaking off.
"Fuck the last dance. I want you."
The bassist grabbed Mikkel's ass and squeezed it roughly while bucking upwards.
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Date: 2022-07-17 08:35 pm (UTC)The kiss got a moan and his breath caught when Sigurd pushed against his hips. The Swede wasn't the only one who wanted to start ripping off clothing.
"I'll be back." Mikkel started squirming away so he could finish this last dance but he didn't want to. He wanted to stay right there is Sigurd's lap and feel his hands all over his bare skin. He had to go now before he did something stupid and lost his job.
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Date: 2022-09-03 06:41 pm (UTC)Sigurd was already whipping out his phone to call a taxi to get them both back to the hotel pronto. The Swede was already gagging for sex and wanting to pull the brat's clothes off in a sex-heated frenzy. Why did Mikkel's dancing always set him off like this?
"Don't be too fucking long, brat. You've made me hard as fuck."
He knew he'd have to wait it out and allow Mikkel to finish his last dance so he didn't lose his job. It was so frustrating!
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Date: 2022-09-03 07:18 pm (UTC)Mikkel slipped away and purposefully danced even more lewdly than usual to stir up the Swede. Soon he was walking out with his small bag laughing as he approached where Sigurd was sitting.
"Are you going to come or just sit there?"
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Date: 2022-09-03 07:22 pm (UTC)"Already done. The limo should be here soon. Let's go outside and get some air."
Sigurd getting up and slipping his hand into Mikkel's, making sure people saw and knew the dancer belonged to him. It was as if the bassist was in some primal possession regarding Mikkel and he couldn't seem to let it go.
"You danced so fucking hot tonight, brat."
The Swede pressing a kiss to the Dane's cheek as they walked out of the club.
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Date: 2022-09-03 07:30 pm (UTC)Mikkel slipped his hand into Sigurd's and squeezed it. The Dane loved the attention of people looking but in the club the Swede was the only one he wanted touching him. It felt good to be leaving work.
"I might dance again, if you ask nicely." Mikkel giggled because he was feeling devious.
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Date: 2022-09-03 07:33 pm (UTC)"You're always so quick."
Offering a nod to Robert, Sigurd then gave Mikkel a kiss on the lips. Oh, the little teasing brat! Another dance? Surely, this would turn into limo sex. Maybe this is what Mikkel wanted..
"You want to be fucked in the limo, brat?"
Sigurd biting Mikkel's earlobe softly, growling almost.
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Date: 2022-09-03 07:40 pm (UTC)Mikkel only giggled more as he slipped away from Sigurd and into the limo. He tossed his bag in the floor and wiggled a come here finger at the Swede still standing therem
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Date: 2022-09-03 07:47 pm (UTC)"Fuck, I've wanted you all night---"
The Swede was hard and horny, wanting to touch Mikkel everywhere and then fuck the Dane senseless.
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Date: 2022-09-03 07:50 pm (UTC)Mikkel screamed from the tickle of the neck kisses, giggling and starting to open Sigurd's shirt.
"You think I haven't?" Mikkel moaned among the giggles and tugging the Swede's shirt. "The way you look at me..."
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Date: 2022-09-03 07:57 pm (UTC)"Tell me how I look at you."
Sigurd groaned and allowed Mikkel access to his shirt and all of his clothes because they would soon all be gone once they started stripping and making out.
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Date: 2022-09-03 08:03 pm (UTC)"Like you're fucking me." Mikkel gasped. "It makes me feel naked even when I'm dressed."