Look but don't touch
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oprorsk_sodeFor Smut Prompt #4 “You’d better be quiet if you don’t want to get caught.”
Mikkel was having a hard time getting comfortable in the bus. He couldn’t get to sleep and had crawled out of bed about an hour ago to sit up front with Damien who was driving. He was drinking to try and get tired enough to go back to sleep because he was exhausted. He still couldn’t get to sleep. After a while he needed something else to drink that wasn’t booze or he was going to get sick on top of being exhausted.
The Dane stumbled out to the kitchenette to get a glass of juice. It looked like everyone was asleep, a few on the couch and most of them in the bunks. Sigurd was up in one of them. Even in the darkness of the bus he could see the strands of long black hair falling out from under the privacy curtain. He downed a glass of juice and started to pour another. Screwing the cap on he heard noise in the back and wondered if someone else was still awake.
Mikkel started shuffling toward the back and then froze in place staring. He probably shouldn’t stare but…. The ginger Brit was in the back shirtless, at least, Mikkel’s eyes turned down to see the pile of clothes by the back booth. He could see the way the Brit’s muscles were flexing as he held on to Bjorn’s hair, shoving him against the wall just past the shower. No, he absolutely shouldn’t be staring but his heart was hammering in his chest. He could hear Rekker growling quietly and the heavy gasps of the Swede.
He glanced up at where Sigurd was sleeping and then back at the two in the back. There was something so sexy and eye catching about the way Rekker’s muscles flexed and his mouth was on the back of Bjorn’s shoulders. He wondered if that was what it looked like when Sigurd had a hold of him. Mikkel took a deep breath, fidgeting in place as the arousal hit. His eyes shifted to Sigurd again but there was no way he could get into bed because he would have to walk nearly behind Rekker and Bjorn. He couldn’t do that, could he?
The scene before him was so hot and he was getting horny. He wanted Sigurd as he started imagining himself being in Bjorn’s position. He could barely breathe, and his pants were getting uncomfortable. Suddenly he panicked about being caught and turned his back, leaning against the partial wall that separated the small kitchen from the sleeping area. His breath totally out of control but he could still hear the two in the back. They were getting louder and Mikkel couldn’t tell if he was fantasizing about Rekker or Sigurd. Maybe at the same time. His cheeks felt hot, and his hands were sweating. More than anything he needed to deal with himself. He needed what Bjorn was getting because watching them, he couldn’t even think about anything else.
He didn’t even need to see them any longer. The breathing alone was enough and Mikkel felt driven out of his mind by it. Damned Sigurd for being asleep. Mikkel tried to catch his breath, but he couldn’t. He was breathing as hard as Bjorn, whose breaths sounded more like whimpers now. Mikkel knew exactly what it felt like when those sounds got pulled from someone. He was definitely thinking about Sigurd. The noise finally stopped in the back except the clear sound of Rekker trying to catch his breath. Mikkel glanced up at the bunk and then came around the corner again. Rekker was sitting in the back, Bjorn naked in his lap. Mikkel froze again and almost ran with the Brit looked up at him. Thankfully, Bjorn was buried in the Brit’s hair, but the Dane was frozen again like a deer. Rekker grinned at him, a knowing sort of smile. Did the ginger know he had been watching? Mikkel was about to bolt when the Brit glanced up at the bunks and then back at him expectantly. It felt like an invitation somehow. One that Mikkel eagerly took as he crossed the short distance and nearly bounded into the bunk where Sigurd was sprawled out.
It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the even blacker space behind the bunk curtain. Of course, his own Swede was dead to the world. Spread out on his stomach in just his boxers. He looked amazing. Rekker was sexy but Sigurd made his insides flutter. The young Dane huffed out a breath of disappointment then shoved himself underneath the sleeping Swede.
“Why are you always fucking sleeping?” He grouched as he wiggled under Sigurd and into his arms. He was feeling even antsier than he was when he got up. He finally got into a comfortable position, but he couldn’t stay there. Sighing he shifted around. Nowhere was comfortable because all he could think about was the way Rekker had Bjorn pinned to the wall. He couldn’t get it out of his head nor stop his body from craving Sigurd who was still fucking asleep. He pulled himself away and crawled over Sigurd into the back of the bunk. He felt angry and thought about shoving the bassist out onto the floor to wake him up.
Mikkel balled himself up, half sitting in the corner, furious because he was so horny, and Sigurd was dead to the world. “You’re a fucking bastard.”
He grouched in the darkness wondering if the Swede would wake up and if he didn’t, what then. Mikkel wiggled out of his pants. If Sigurd didn’t wake up, then he was going to have to take care of things himself. Dirty bastard. In frustration he kicked Sigurd’s thigh before balling up on his side to try and forget what he saw and what he was thinking. It wasn’t likely to work.
Mikkel was having a hard time getting comfortable in the bus. He couldn’t get to sleep and had crawled out of bed about an hour ago to sit up front with Damien who was driving. He was drinking to try and get tired enough to go back to sleep because he was exhausted. He still couldn’t get to sleep. After a while he needed something else to drink that wasn’t booze or he was going to get sick on top of being exhausted.
The Dane stumbled out to the kitchenette to get a glass of juice. It looked like everyone was asleep, a few on the couch and most of them in the bunks. Sigurd was up in one of them. Even in the darkness of the bus he could see the strands of long black hair falling out from under the privacy curtain. He downed a glass of juice and started to pour another. Screwing the cap on he heard noise in the back and wondered if someone else was still awake.
Mikkel started shuffling toward the back and then froze in place staring. He probably shouldn’t stare but…. The ginger Brit was in the back shirtless, at least, Mikkel’s eyes turned down to see the pile of clothes by the back booth. He could see the way the Brit’s muscles were flexing as he held on to Bjorn’s hair, shoving him against the wall just past the shower. No, he absolutely shouldn’t be staring but his heart was hammering in his chest. He could hear Rekker growling quietly and the heavy gasps of the Swede.
He glanced up at where Sigurd was sleeping and then back at the two in the back. There was something so sexy and eye catching about the way Rekker’s muscles flexed and his mouth was on the back of Bjorn’s shoulders. He wondered if that was what it looked like when Sigurd had a hold of him. Mikkel took a deep breath, fidgeting in place as the arousal hit. His eyes shifted to Sigurd again but there was no way he could get into bed because he would have to walk nearly behind Rekker and Bjorn. He couldn’t do that, could he?
The scene before him was so hot and he was getting horny. He wanted Sigurd as he started imagining himself being in Bjorn’s position. He could barely breathe, and his pants were getting uncomfortable. Suddenly he panicked about being caught and turned his back, leaning against the partial wall that separated the small kitchen from the sleeping area. His breath totally out of control but he could still hear the two in the back. They were getting louder and Mikkel couldn’t tell if he was fantasizing about Rekker or Sigurd. Maybe at the same time. His cheeks felt hot, and his hands were sweating. More than anything he needed to deal with himself. He needed what Bjorn was getting because watching them, he couldn’t even think about anything else.
He didn’t even need to see them any longer. The breathing alone was enough and Mikkel felt driven out of his mind by it. Damned Sigurd for being asleep. Mikkel tried to catch his breath, but he couldn’t. He was breathing as hard as Bjorn, whose breaths sounded more like whimpers now. Mikkel knew exactly what it felt like when those sounds got pulled from someone. He was definitely thinking about Sigurd. The noise finally stopped in the back except the clear sound of Rekker trying to catch his breath. Mikkel glanced up at the bunk and then came around the corner again. Rekker was sitting in the back, Bjorn naked in his lap. Mikkel froze again and almost ran with the Brit looked up at him. Thankfully, Bjorn was buried in the Brit’s hair, but the Dane was frozen again like a deer. Rekker grinned at him, a knowing sort of smile. Did the ginger know he had been watching? Mikkel was about to bolt when the Brit glanced up at the bunks and then back at him expectantly. It felt like an invitation somehow. One that Mikkel eagerly took as he crossed the short distance and nearly bounded into the bunk where Sigurd was sprawled out.
It took a moment for his eyes to adjust to the even blacker space behind the bunk curtain. Of course, his own Swede was dead to the world. Spread out on his stomach in just his boxers. He looked amazing. Rekker was sexy but Sigurd made his insides flutter. The young Dane huffed out a breath of disappointment then shoved himself underneath the sleeping Swede.
“Why are you always fucking sleeping?” He grouched as he wiggled under Sigurd and into his arms. He was feeling even antsier than he was when he got up. He finally got into a comfortable position, but he couldn’t stay there. Sighing he shifted around. Nowhere was comfortable because all he could think about was the way Rekker had Bjorn pinned to the wall. He couldn’t get it out of his head nor stop his body from craving Sigurd who was still fucking asleep. He pulled himself away and crawled over Sigurd into the back of the bunk. He felt angry and thought about shoving the bassist out onto the floor to wake him up.
Mikkel balled himself up, half sitting in the corner, furious because he was so horny, and Sigurd was dead to the world. “You’re a fucking bastard.”
He grouched in the darkness wondering if the Swede would wake up and if he didn’t, what then. Mikkel wiggled out of his pants. If Sigurd didn’t wake up, then he was going to have to take care of things himself. Dirty bastard. In frustration he kicked Sigurd’s thigh before balling up on his side to try and forget what he saw and what he was thinking. It wasn’t likely to work.
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Date: 2022-08-12 08:07 pm (UTC)"Fuck!---Mikkel---yes---"
The Swede gripped his lover's hips, shoving inside again and again until he was spent. His hair now in his face, damp and sweaty; his skin aglow with lust and hot to the touch. Biting Mikkel's shoulder, Sigurd groaned and nuzzled into that blond hair, sighing with pleasure. Fuck! Who cared who heard them. Everyone else did it.
"You're a fucking dirty brat."
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Date: 2022-08-13 02:09 pm (UTC)"Sigurd." He barely got the word out but he's squirming against his lover, more like dancing against him slowly. "I still want you."
Mikkel felt tired but still lusty and wanton. He finally untangled his fingers from where he had a hold on Sigurd's hair but his hand didn't go far as he started to run his fingers over the bassist's cheek. He had forgotten the rest of everything, except the lingering thought of watching Rekker and Bjorn and how much he wanted more like this and directly to be fucked against the pole he usually danced on. The thoughts alone had him sighing while shoving his hips back into his lover. The thoughts were more erotic than Mikkel was used to having, so much so that it caused him to shiver against Sigurd.