Does This Even Count as a Prank?

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For 100 Ways to Say I Love you #63. "We make the best team."


Mikkel and Fredrik shared everything now, from clothes l, bed and showers to secrets. The Dane had never had someone this close aside from Rik but they grew up together. This was so much different. Recently, a third had joined them, at least in their mischief, and that was why they were sitting side by side in the top bunk giggling at Karl's new boyfriend. At least they thought it was his boyfriend and not a fling. 

Fredrik had asked about Ræv and Mikkel knew a bit. After a time they got on the subject of his eyesight. They both felt bad for him in the dark bus and Mikkel had brought up how much he loved seeing Sigurd's face during sex. That was the moment they started getting dressed.

The two boys had realized Ræv probably couldn't see Karl when they made love and that was a shame. Fredrik was still pulling on his shirt when Mikkel headed to the front to find Robert. The poor Brit overwhelmed by the two young men excitedly talking, near over one another. After a chat they found out that there were recessed doors in the bunks with plugs. This was perfect.

Early in the morning most people were still asleep so Mikkel pleaded to get Robert to stop at a mall so they could go find some lights. People stared as the two blondes held hands, leaning against each other while giggling thier way through the home goods store. Eventually they found an aisle of outdoor string lights.

Fredrik and Mikkel headed in different directions to get an idea of what they had. Mikkel saw a lot of plain things but soon screamed in surprise and delight. The Swede running over,  high heels clicking on the concrete floor. He was worried and Mikkel shook his head.

"Look." Mikkel pointed to the string of fox shaped lights among some other fun shaped lights.

Fredrik shrugged, not getting it. "They're just foxes."

Mikkel giggled while rummaging on the shelf for a couple boxes. "Ræv is a Danish name that means fox, specifically a mischievous fox."

Then the Swede understood and started laughing too. "What does Karl mean?"

"I don't know. Charles I think?" Mikkel wasn't sure if the Swedes had a different meaning or not."We should get the foxes."

Fredrik was already grabbing several packs. "How much light does he need?"

Mikkel stopped and bit his lip with thought before shrugging. Fredrik had two packs and Mikkel grabbed two more just in case they weren't enough.  "We can get some tack hooks."

And they were off, wandering through the store giggling again. This was going to be amazing and he was glad to have his friend here with him. By the time they were back to the bus Robert was pleasantly surprised to see that they didn't take too long. Mikkel was on a mission. The nice thing was that Karl had passed out on the couch and Raev had just snuggled up with him so the bunk was open and ready for being modified while they drove to the new location. Fredrik brought drinks for them while Mikkel got the lights unboxed and ready to tack up. He had another box that Fredrik hadn't seen.

"What's that?" He picked it up looking at the device inside. 

"It's a sensor so when they get into bed or there is movement in the bunk they come on and stay on. Then they will turn off on their own when they fall asleep." Mikkel was proud of that but he got the idea from talking to Joe and Aarne. Joe talking about a similar thing that took pictures or video when it detected motion. This was going to be amazing. 

Fredrik climbed into the bunk with him and they started tacking up the lights around the bottom of the above bunk. All the little glowing foxes hanging down were so damned cute. Mikkel took a kiss from Fredrik's cheek as they leaned in to work in the tight space. The Dane giggling as his Swedish crush returned that kiss. He loved things like this and they made his life better.

"We should watch for when they wake up." Fredrik whispered among giggles

Mikkel worried they would wake up and glanced back at the two passed out on the couch. "OH!... the little booth by the mini bar."

Fredrik grinned. "Drinks! This is going to be fun."

"You make it better." Mikkel grinned and leaned back to look at the lights. They looked good and made the space brighter but not blinding. The cute red foxes turned the light to a pale golden glow. "It's romantic."

Mikkel leaned into Fredrik who was smiling at the way the space looked. "It is. Can we make the curtain.. better?"

The Dane touched the cheaper fabric of the curtain then frowned but there wasn't much they could do probably. He leaned up and saw Hunter and Ziggy sitting in the back of the bus sipping wine. "I have an idea."

He rushed to the back, leaving the Swede confused but following behind the Dane already chattering at the two fashion designers of the group.

"Slow down, blomma." Hunter was staring and getting confused by the drunk, excitable Dane who now was joined by the Swede who was also trying to explain what they were doing.

Mikkel sighed. "Can we borrow a couple of your scarves or something?"

"What for?" Ziggy asked because he was overwhelmed by the emotions and just now catching up with the conversation. 

"We hung lights for Raev and Karl but the curtains are ugly and I wanted.. we wanted to hang something nice." Mikkel responded.

"Make it romantic." Fredrik was now finishing Mikkel's sentences since he caught up with what the Dane was going to do. 

"Oh! How sweet. of you." Hunter was already getting up to go to his things while Mikkel and Fredrik stood by giggling excitedly and hanging on each other's arms. Soon the Swede had a few for them. Both boys snatched  them with a quick thank you. They made short work of wrapping them up over the rail for the curtain so that it was hung with colors on the inside but from the outside looked completely normal. Then they had to wait. Mikkel gathered Fredrik and their drinks to sit in the booth and wait. This was the best prank, sort of prank, they had ever pulled. 

"How long do you think they will sleep?" Fredrik asked and only got a shrug from the Dane snuggled in his lap and waiting for the other Dane and Swede to wake up and see what they had done. The boys might not make it but Mikkel was determined to try and stay awake that long.

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The singer sighed and knee he was going to have to tell Karl now.

"Ulfen means wolf and I'm Raev, fox." He relented and just shook his head when he eard Mikkel.

"Raevi means Foxy." Mikkel called, giggling. The older Dane wondering if the whole bus would know now. He snorted a laugh though.

"Don't call a Norwegian Raev though. It doesn't mean fox in thier language."

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"Oh, so your name means fox? That's so cute! I love it. You can be my fluffy Raev! My fluffy fox."

Oh, Karl was not about to pass this opportunity up to tease his new lover playfully regarding his name. Ulfen meant wolf---so this made sense. All these Danes with their canine-related names.

"What does it mean in their language?"

Karl didn't know any Norwegian, unlike Sigurd who was fluent in most Scandinavian languages.

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Raev just let out a breath because what could he do? There were so many Danes here that Karl would have found out even if he hadn't told him.

"Asshole or something. It's not a polite word." Raev wasn't exactly sure but he'd run into a Norwegian once that had a serious problem with his name because it was a curse word.

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Karl thought it was a cute name but he wouldn't tease the singer with it if it pissed him off. He leant into Raev and snuggled into his hair a little, kissing up the Dane's neck slightly. The scent of sex still lingering on his body.

"Well, I won't be using that then. Can I call you cute fluffy fox or does it piss you off? It it does then I will call you sweetie and cutie flower."

The bassist just thinking up cute names for his new lover because he could.

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"You could just call me Raev." He let out a ragged breath when Karl started kissing his neck again. It felt good and he was still feeling a bit of lust from seeing Karl's face.

"If you do, I'm calling you beskidt." Raev giggled and was certainly not going to tell the Swede what that meant. The Dane smiled and pulled Karl in closer to his body.

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"Yeah, I could do but cute names can be fun too."

Karl loved giving his lovers nicknames as he'd always done. But if Raev preferred his name then the Swede would most certainly use it. Pulling the curtain closed once more, Karl giggled as he gently pushed the Dane's chest with his palm, straddling Raev and kissing down that hot chest of his.

"How about breakfast?"

The bassist smirked and nipped the skin just underneath Raev's neck.

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Raev grinned and willingly rolled onto his back. It felt so good to be able to see Karl. As the Swede straddled his body the Dane ran his hands up his abdomen and chest. Being able to see was something Raev was grateful for and indulged because he knew someday he would never see again. He thought about that while watching Karl.

Soon he's laughing and sliding his hands into the back of Karl's hair. "I don't think this is what they mean by Danish breakfast."

The Dane still laughing as he tugs Karl up for a kiss.

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"How do you know? You can be a cute Danish roll or something like that."

Surely the others dating Danes called their partners similar cute nicknames to do with Danish things. That Brit, Billy? He could and so could Rex that drunken bassist. Karl licked up Raev's hot chest and giggled. It pleased the Swede that his lover could finally gaze upon his face after making love being unable to see.

"Do you like my handsome face, Raev? Because I fucking love yours."

The Swede gently kissed the Dane's lips and nuzzled into his neck.

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"Because I'm Danish?" Raev started laughing but that lick pulled a gasp and his hips bucked under the Swede straddling him. Karl's touch felt so good, especially his mouth.

"hmmm.." Raev ran his palms up both sides of Karl's face until his fingers were buried in all the dark hair. "Your smile is beautiful; wide with full lips."

Raev was taking more time to look at Karl, memorize his face the best he could just in case he woke up tomorrow blind. It was such an odd stress to constantly have but he did all the time. "I like your long nose and the high cheekbones.. you remind me of how they describe elves."

Raev did have a love of fantasy writing, something that opera had turned him toward with all of its fantasy and mythology.

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"That too. You like my lips? How about you feel them wrapped around your cock. Would you like that?"

Karl licking his lips now pleased that his lover could finally see him properly with the help of Mikkel and Fredrik's fox lights. The Swede's own fingers now tracing along Raev's jawline, touching around his chin and then roaming over the Dane's lips. That bottom lip deserved to be bitten.

"You think I look like an elf? That's cute, sweet cakes. No one's ever said that about me before."

The bassist giggling as he slowly began moving lower to nuzzle Raev's navel.

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It had been so long since Raev had anyone suck his cock. He smiled and pulled Karl in for a quick kiss. "I doubt there is anywhere they won't feel good."

The touch felt so good it had the Dane moaning with pleasure. He pressed a kiss to Karl's fingers when they brushed over his lips. The Swede was so sexy, especially sitting up on top of him.

"No one sees you like I do." Despite his struggles with is disability some times, Raev knew he took time to look at people, more than most did at first. He still had his hands in Karl's hair as he started to slip away. That nuzzling got a loud laugh from the Dane as it caused him to squirm a little and raised gooseflesh on his skin. He couldn't help the gentle tug on the bassist's hair as he let out a gasp.

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Karl grinned wickedly as he swiped his tongue over Raev's cock slowly, testing the Dane's response to the stimulation. The singer was so hot and Karl couldn't get enough of him already.

"I like that I see you like no one else does."

More licking of the head and then Karl deep-throated Raev in one swift movement, moaning deep in his throat as he did do. Fuck! The Dane tasted so good too. Hollowing out his cheeks, Karl bobbed his head a few times, sucking hard, hoping Raev was enjoying the sensations around his cock. The Swede's fingers tracing lightly over his ball sac.

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Raev moaned out Karl's name from that first lick and his fingers tightened in all the dark hair. He couldn't help it, especially when the Swede started deep throating. It had been so long since Raev had anyone suck him. His legs spread and his head dropped back against the pillows. He let out a needy groan of pleasure from the hard sucking.

"Oh.. your lips feel so good." Those full lips drove him crazy anywhere on his skin, and the same was true when they were wrapped around his cock.

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Karl was pleased that Raev was enjoying being sucked because they were still new to one another, finding out what the other liked in bed. It was erotic blowing the Dane who was making such beautiful wanton sounds while being sucked. The Swede licked a line up the underside of the singer's cock, giggling a little.

"I thought you'd love them, hot cakes."

The bassist bobbed his head once more and suckled the entire length of his lover's shaft while humming down it.

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If Karl didn't realize it the night before, he would now, Raev is getting loud; moaning and swearing in Danish. He's also pulling harder on Karl's hair, especially after that lick. He was already feeling close.

"Harder." Raev was panting, breath coming fast. "Oh, suck harder. FOR POKKER! Din mund. Vær venlig."

The Dane was losing his sense as the Swede sucked down his cock and starting to convert to Danish in barely complete sentences.

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"You want it harder, cutie? I bet you love my tongue and mouth over your cock."

Karl grinned as he took Raev's thick cock into his mouth once more, sucking harder and bobbing his head faster, moaning down the length of the shaft. Fuck, it was hot! Just seeing Raev lose his senses was so damn erotic and the Swede wanted to see the Dane come and shoot his seed down his throat.

"Mmmm----"

Another few moans and Karl was deep-throating, aiming to get the Dane off now using his tongue to slide up the side and underneath where there was a pulsing vein.

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That first hard suck pulled a loud cry of pleasure from the Dane. Pulling hard on the Swede's hair he shoved into his mouth on instinct alone. Karl's mouth felt so good, especially those full, soft lip.

"Your mouth...Karl." Raev moaned louder, hips rocking to thrust into Karl's mouth. He's already so close when the Swede started deep throating again. It pulled high pitched cries from the Dane as he yanked on Karl's hair, shoving all the way in as the orgasm hit. The intensity leaves the Dane laying back sweating and panting heavily as he tries to catch his breath.

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Karl swallowed down all of Raev's hot cum whilst moaning along his lover's hot pulsing flesh. The Swede then cleaned his lips up and kissed the Dane's own, thrusting his tongue inside. It felt so good to be this close. Hearing those high pitched moans was something else and he knew he wanted to hear more.

"How did it feel, sweet cakes?"

Pulling Raev in for a cuddle, Karl gently slid his fingers down the Dane's sandy coloured chest, feeling the soft hairs underneath.

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Raev pulled Karl into that kiss, lingering in it and flicking his tongue around the Swede's now so deeply in his mouth. He's still gasping as he leans into the bassist's cuddling. The gentle touch feels so good as he starts coming down.

"Not enough?" The Dane winked mischievously at his partner. Karl's lips were so sexy that having them anywhere on his body was amazing. "How are you feeling?"

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"Not enough? You want more, sexigt lejon?"

Karl giggled at his new nickname "sexy lion" for Raev. The Dane was so hot with his strong arms and tan skin the Swede was becoming addicted to touching and being with the singer. Nuzzling into Raev's neck, Karl peppered kisses along the Dane's collarbone and sighed.

"Do you want me to fuck you, sweet cakes? I'd love to hear those high-pitched moans of yours again."

He caressed Raev's thighs with his fingertips.

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"Don't you?" Raev winked at the Swede, teasing gently as he recovered his breath. He finally let go of Karl's hair to let his hands slide down his lover's shoulders and back.

Then there were those caresses to his thighs that had his legs spready, splaying open for his lover. "You're not very quiet either."

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"Maybe I do. You're addictive. Sexy fluffy fox."

Karl kissed along Raev's shoulders and sighed since he loved being close to the Dane and wanted to make him happy. The Swede nibbled on the Dane's jaw as he fingers delved lower to fondle Raev's crotch.

"You're like no other boy I've been with."

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"I told you Danes are addictive."

He stretched under Karl as his breath calmed but he's soon gasping again when he feels his lover's hand sliding down his body.

"You are too, my first Swede." Raev grinned up at the bassist as he slid his hands around his shoulders to pull him down into a kiss. The Dane's hips pushing up into Karl's hand because this was the best way to wake u p and he wanted more.

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"You're not wrong about that."

Karl loved what noises Raev was making underneath his touches and caresses. It was so erotic as the Swede now fondled the Dane's cock, gently stroking it once more. Karl wanted more and he wanted to bury himself balls deep into his lover.

"I want to fuck you."

The words husky and low as Karl nibbled Raev's earlobe.

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If noise was what the Swede wanted, he got it as the Dane moaned, hips shoving into the Swede's hand. He's ready for more, too.

"I want you." Raev's hands slipped down to Karl's hips pulling their hips together roughly as he spread his legs farther for the Swede.