Joining the Crazy Train

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Sigurd was half sighing and pinching his nose as he looked out through the bus window at the LA scenery. Maybe this was a huge fucking mistake inviting his trashy brother along to the tour. Karl had messaged Sigurd a few days ago saying he was swinging by LA to do a tour with some of his friends. Them being fellow musicians. He said they were touring with him for a few weeks and then going to New York. So this would give Karl time to split from his friends and join the tour instead of flying straight back to Sweden.

Now, it was time for Karl to meet up with Sigurd and the tour bus because he couldn't not invite his brother along because that would be cold. The bassist was strict and a little harsh but he loved Karl and knew he'd enjoy meeting the other musicians, even if the man was drunken, crazy trash. Was he dating that stripper from that bar in Stockholm still? Or was it that car cleaner boy from the countryside? Who knew. Sigurd couldn't keep up with his brother's love interests because Karl slept around a lot. He lived the rock star life of sex, drugs and rock 'n roll. Literally. Sigurd liked to think he was the more responsible of the brothers.

A few heavy knocks to the bus door had Sigurd pull himself out of his day dream as he realised his smoke had gone out in the ashtray on the table. Oh god. Was it Karl? Had he arrived already? It was late in the evening and Sigurd could hear the tell tale sign of a bottle rolling around beneath someone's foot outside. Was he drunk?

Fuck.

"Hey!---Anyone home? Is this the old people party bus? Where are the strippers and hookers?"

There was a loud drunken voice outside as Karl was now downing whiskey from the pack of bottles he'd bought at the local 24/7 store. Sigurd knew that voice and internally swore. Karl was here and he was trashed. Of course he was.

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Mikkel honestly didn't mind the female terminology but the attitude riled him up.

"I'm not your fucking sweetcakes or honeybun." Mikkel was walking right toward him. This was the kind of shit he'd been dealing with all night and he was internally swearing. If this bastard touched him when he tried to get on the bus he was going to bust his fucking mouth. "You're right. You're fucking trash. Get lost."

Mikkel was about to open the door and stared at this drunk asshole. "No. I'm not letting you in anywhere."

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"Ever heard of a compliment, älskling? Because that is what this. Fuck, you've got your net tights in a twist or your panties. Whatever."

Karl hadn't expected the bitch to outright tell him to get lost. What was her problem anyway? Maybe she was one of the rock stars girlfriends or something. Either way, Karl wasn't moving because he had nowhere else to go since his friends were now well on their way to New York. Fuck, he had no back up. This bus was it.

"I was invited here by my stick up the ass brother. Fuck, sweetcakes. Let me in. Please with a sugar cherry on top?"

The drunken Swede lit up a smoke and took a few drags on it while staring at the stripper girl drunkenly.

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"You ever stop and think maybe someone doesn't want your sleazy fucking compliments?" Mikkel was so done. His eyes were getting angry and he hoped someone walked out and just socked this bastard in the mouth. Maybe he should text Rekker or something to get this trash out of here.

"Obviously, your brother doesn't want you on the fucking bus either because you're still out here on your ass." He didn't care and honestly, it sounded like a lie someone would use to get on the bus. If his brother was one of the musicians surely they would be waiting or watching for him.

Mikkel was standing at the door but not about to open it and have this random drunk waltzing in on everyone uninvited.

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"No, because usually they work and people think they are cute. You just need to take a fucking chill pill and calm down, girl. If you are a stripper then I don't know how you get money with a fucking mouth like that."

Karl just shrugged and didn't really want to start an argument with this stripper, more he wanted to slump down in a bed and sleep since he was tired and smashed. Fuck, this shit! Where the hell was Sigurd anyway? He'd better not be fucking some coked up asshole or something.

"He's probably either asleep or fucking passed out drunk. Maybe I should call him on my phone and wake his sleepy lazy ass up?"

The drunken Swede pulled out his phone and then dropped it on the floor because he was so smashed. Fuck! He went to pick it up but then stumbled on some of the gravel, falling straight down onto his face.

"Fuck---ow!"

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"I don't want fucking random drunks trying to sweet talk me and get their way. Fuck off." Mikkel was about to snap. "My mouth is just fine. You're the one that can't fucking understand no."

Mikkel put his back on the door and crossed his arms after tossing his cigarette aside. He needed to chain smoke at this point. Whomever this bastard was stressed the young Dane out.

"You do that if you're even related to anyone." He watched the stumbling and laughed but he wasn't about to stay out here. While this drunk was on his ass, Mikkel opened the door and shoved it closed behind him in a hurry. He didn't want that fucking asshole coming on the bus.

He stepped up into the bus, stressed and swearing under his breath. What was it with these fucking leeches. Maybe he should just bash one of them right in the face sometime. It might make him feel better.

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Sigurd had heard the shouting from outside and was pinching his nose because this was his brother being a drunken asshole out in front of their tour bus. Fuck. Now, Mikkel was storming into the bus looking pissed off. Oh great. The brat was swearing under his breath and Sigurd knew he couldn't just sit here any longer. Something had to be done. So, he was moving out of his seat and going over to the upset Dane.

"Mikkel? Are you alright? I heard shouting outside."

He didn't want to mention his brother yet because to be honest Karl was embarrassing when he was trashed. A drunken asshole who couldn't keep his mouth shut and had no fucking filter whatsoever. Had he upset brat?

"Outside----that drunken boy. He didn't upset you, did he?"

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"There's some fucking sleazy drunk trying to get on the bus."

Mikkel was pissed and dropped his shoulder bag on the table. He so angry after work and the ass outside the door. He takes a breath and shakes his head.

"Just the usual sleazy bastard that doesn't know how to keep their fucking mouth shut and their compliments to themselves." Mikkel was already lighting up another cigarette. "Tonight was ... hell at the club. I didn't need it at the door too."

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Should Sigurd tell Mikkel who that "sleazy drunk" was? Not yet. Not until he had calmed the brat down because he could tell that Mikkel had possibly endured a shit night. Gently stroking the Dane's hair, Sigurd kissed the brat's lips softly and then offered a resigned sigh.

"That drunk---he needs to come into the bus, Mikkel."

The Swede now walking towards the door slowly; his hand going for the opening catch before facing Mikkel once more. It had to be done. Karl couldn't be left sleeping in the bus car park all night.

"He's my younger brother, Karl. A fucking trashy pisshead but none the less my brother. I'll make him apologise if he has fucking upset you."

Sigurd now going on full dad mode as he near ripped the door open and stormed down the steps to greet his brother who was downing booze while still sat on his ass.

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Mikkel sighed into the kiss but was soon narrowing his eyes.

"Fine, but if he calls me sweetcakes or honey bun or anymore fucking shit I'm busting his fucking mouth and throwing his ass back out in the street."

Mikkel's eyes got wide when Sigurd said that was his brother. Fuck! Now he was going to have to deal with this asshole all the time or something. This day was shit, all of it. "You're brother's as bad as the fucking asses in the club."

Mikkel walked away to the kitchen. He needed a drink if this was what he was going to have to deal with.

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"He called you what? Oh for fuck's sake. I'm sorry, Mikkel just---he's drunk. Usually, he's better than this."

Sigurd was now pissed off that his brother had acted this way towards Mikkel. What other shit did he say to the Dane? This was all he needed right now was one smashed trashy brother joining the tour along with one pissed off brat. He was starting to get a headache as he pushed a finger to his temple.

"Skit i den här skiten, Karl! Varför var du så jävla oförskämd mot Mikkel? Honungsbun? Sötkakan? Vad fan! Sätt dig i bussen och be Mikkel om ursäkt."

The older Swede using his native tongue to lash his brother's ass with harsh words while at the same time picking up Karl and carrying him into the bus setting him down onto his feet and slamming the door shut.

"Apologise. Now. No more stupid fucking compliments. Understand?"

Sigurd whacked Karl over the head for being an ass as the drunk Swede nodded and then put his bottle of booze down, walking over towards the girl called Mikkel. Sigurd realised he hadn't said Mikkel was his boyfriend yet.

"Uh---Mikkel? Sorry for being an asshole to you. I've been drinking for ten hours straight and am trashed. Older brother Sigurd will kick my ass good for insulting his girlfriend."

Sigurd just face palmed. Oh god.

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Mikkel watched Sigurd leave and then sighed. This day was getting worse and worse. After pouring a drink he pulled off his jacket and hung it up. He also pulled off his shirt and rubbed at the places where the netting had dug in while he was dancing. He was sipping on it when Sigurd came back in with his brother.

"I don't care if you've been drinking for ten years straight." The brattiness was coming out and Mikkel was trying to relax. He turned around to lean on the counter and let out a deep breath. "He won't have to. I'll bust your mouth myself. I don't need to come back here to the same garbage I deal with all night at the clubs."

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Fuck, what a brat! This was Sigurd's girlfriend? She was so bitchy and uptight. Not wanting to cause anymore shit the drunken bassist just didn't know what to say so just resigned himself to the couch, instantly passing out once his head hit the soft arm rest. Sigurd could feel his headache get worse but was more interested in Mikkel since he seemed more off than usual.

"I'm sorry you had to meet Karl this way, Mikkel. While not being trashed he's a nice guy who is sometimes just loud, crazy and trashy. I should have warned you but I didn't know when he was coming to join us."

Sigurd partially felt guilty because this was his brother who was now passed out snoring on the bus couch. Mikkel had endured a shit day and the drunken Swede hadn't made it any better. In fact he probably made it worse.

"You can tell me how much of a shit day you had if you want, brat. Let it all out because I'm here for you. Part of loving one another is dealing with shit days. If any fucker at the club has insulted or hurt you I'll deal with them myself."

The older Swede rubbing Mikkel's arm while pulling out a smoke because fuck! He needed it.

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Mikkel just shook his head at the drunk. He wanted nothing to do with any of this right now. His eyes met Sigurd's and he frowned.

"I can't talk to you." Mikkel sighed and put out the cigarette he had. "All you do is get angry if I do."

Mikkel didn't know if he wanted company or to be left alone right now. Downing his drink he turned to pour anther one. "I don't want to talk about it."

He did want to talk. He wanted to outright cry but he wasn't going to. All that would do was anger Sigurd and start more fights.

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"Yes, you can. Just----fine. How about I let you calm down because you're upset and if you don't want to talk right now that's ok too. I love you, brat."

Sigurd needed some medication for his pounding head because everything was just happening too fast right now. One trashy brother and one upset brat. Too much to deal with in one go for sure. The Swede pecked Mikkel on the cheek and went to get himself a glass of water and some pain meds. Fuck, what a night.

"I'll be in the bunk if you do want to talk, Mikkel."

The Swede didn't want to poke into the Dane because he knew Mikkel had his off days and wished the brat could find it easier to talk to the older Swede.

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"You're so fucking stupid."

Mikkel didn't want to be left alone, he did but he didn't. Now Sigurd was making him angry too.

"Right, because I've always got to come looking for you." Mikkel gave him the finger and grabbed his jacket. "You can come find me when you feel like it. I'm leaving."

The Dane felt all tangled up inside as he walked toward the door of the bus. He didn't want to be here right now.

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Sigurd knew he'd have to follow brat because he couldn't just leave the Dane to storm off to some bar or wherever the fuck he was going. Shit! The Swede huffed and then went to grab Mikkel's arm.

"Look, I'm sorry, ok? I love you, Mikkel. Just---don't leave."

The Swede didn't know what else to say so just resigned himself to the fact that he'd be chasing Mikkel around quite a bit when he had his tempers. The boy was a broody teen and Sigurd sometimes forgot that.

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Mikkel stopped when he was grabbed ans tried not to snap immediately. Taking a deep breath he stared at the bassist. "You want to dad everyone but I don't think you know when people really need you or what they need from you."

Mikkel tried to speak as calmly as possible. He was still upset and having trouble expressing himself, let alone wanting to avoid seeing Sigurd angry. After a moment the Dane leaned into Sigurd's chest. He was feeling guilty, angry, needy.

"Sometimes I just want you to shut up, not try to fix everything, and just hold me." That was hard for Mikkel to say and it made him shiver a little but he's trying so hard right now with everything feeling so confusing.

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Mikkel's words did hurt at first but Sigurd knew the Dane wasn't meaning for them to. It was just how he was and the Swede knew the poor brat was damaged from abuse and probably confused with all the feelings going around in his teen body. Sigurd just nodded sighing and moving in to hold the younger man.

"Ok, I'll shut up and hold you. I just want you to know that I love you and want to be here for you when things go shit."

Sigurd pressed a kiss to Mikkel's forehead and held his boyfriend, just wanting to be there for the young man.

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Mikkel snuggled into Sigurd for a moment just breathing for a moment.

"I know you love me." Mikkel whispered. "Can we sit somewhere."

He wanted to be somewhere quiet and away from people. Maybe he could talk to Sigurd after he calmed down.

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"There are some chairs outside the bus just near where Hjalmar has his telescope. Did you want to sit there? It's quite peaceful."

Sigurd stroked Mikkel's cheek and kissed his neck softly. He wasn't angry with the brat at all because he'd had a shit evening at the club then had to deal with a drunken Karl. Not the best end to an evening. Sigurd's head was still pounding and all he wanted to was rest.

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"Why don't we go to the back where it is comfortable?"

Mikkel wanted to curl up in Sigurd's lap and rest. Maybe he could help Sigurd calm down and rest. "I can get you a drink."

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"Ok, let's leave outside and the stargazing for another night. My head is killing me."

The bassist pushing his finger against his right temple and sighing a little. It was more a discomfort at best. Mikkel wanted to sit in the comfy seats and the back of the bus so who was Sigurd to deny him that.

"Come on, brat. I could do with a drink."

Slipping his hand into the Dane's, Sigurd began walking to the back of the bus.

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Mikkel nodded and squeezed the bassists hand before slipping away to pour them both drinks. He then took Sigurd's hand again.

"I'll take care of you." Mikkel kissed his cheek and leaned against him as they made their way into the back. He wanted to climb into Sigurd's lap and maybe offer him a scalp massage.

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"I know and I'll take care of you too."

Taking his drink he sipped some of it before setting it down onto the table next to the chairs and slumped down into the comfy seats, sliding an arm around Mikkel. This was better than being pestered by the others were who likely drunk and being rowdy.

"You're fucking cute, you know that?"

Sigurd leaning his head softly against the Dane's shoulder.

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Mikkel folded himself uo in Sigurd's lap and leaned against him, sipping at his drink before setting it aside.

He sat up and started running his fingers gently through Sigurd's hair and against his scalp.

"I know." Mikkel sighed. "Everyone else is noticing too. Work is getting stressful." What he meant, without saying it directly, was that more and more people were flirting with him and approaching him. Being known as a dancer was double edged. You made more money but you also had to deal with more jerks.

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"Work is getting stressful? You mean more fucking bastards are---"

Sigurd stalled himself because he was getting angry and he didn't need the stress. He hated that Mikkel had to put up with bastards and leering fuckheads but the Swede didn't want to tell brat to stop since he had no right. It just made him angry and helpless because he couldn't do anything about it.

"--I just don't like those fuckheads staring and being cocks to you."

Sighing, Sigurd just leant into the touch and tried to relax.

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Mikkel nodded and kept rubbing Sigurd's scalp and down into his temples and neck while they spoke.

"I'm getting popular, I guess." Mikkel shrugged but he was worried that Sigurd was about to get angry. "There are a lot more people flirting and try to ask me out."

The Dane used to like this kind of attention but now it was putting him off. He didn't know why and leaned on the bassist's shoulder though his hand was still stroking the shoulder and neck on the other side. He slowly started smiling and then managed a giggle.

"How does it feel to be sleeping with one of the hottest pole girls in L.A.?" He was trying to make something happy out of his own stress which was a defense mechanism after years of trauma.

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The Dane's fingers rubbing at Sigurd's temple were helping ease the knots in his head pulsing against his skull. Yet, the brat's words just made the Swede feel spikes of anger at his core at the leering bastards chatting Mikkel up. He knew this was bound to happen since the Dane danced often and was good at it.

"Fucking good that's what. Not just sleeping with the hottest girl on the pole but in love with too. You have my heart too, Mikkel as well as my cock."

Sigurd let out a slow smile and began to ease into the scalp massage, trying to push away any negative thoughts. Those leering bastards could go to hell.

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Mikkel worked his hands from the bassist's scalp to his neck and shoulders. He could feel Sigurd relaxing a little under his fingertips.

"I like your cock." Mikkel leaned in and kissed Sigurd lightly on the lips, winking with mischief. "No one else gets to be my daddy, no matter how much they ask."

He kept kneading the Swede's tight muscles. "They can't get that through their fucking thick heads." Mikkel shook his head. Most men were so annoying though... Mikkel started giggling. "You know, when I met you, you acted like they do? Trying to grab my ass and get me naked all the time."

He hoped that wouldn't upset Sigurd but it was true and pretty damned funny.

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"Good because it's better than most men's cocks. It makes you scream and I know how much you crave it, brat. Maybe I like being your dirty daddy."

Sigurd couldn't believe he was actually saying that but it was amusing and true. Did the Swede get off on it? Maybe he did. Was that kinky? Ah, who cared? The brat liked it and so did he. Fuck everyone else.

"Don't I still grab your ass and try to get you naked all the time? The only difference is that I do it mostly in bed instead of at the club like I used to."

The bassist just smirked and gave Mikkel a kiss on the lips then went back to leaning into the Dane's skilled fingers.

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"I wouldn't know if it was better." Mikkel started giggling but he didn't dare mention that he was thinking to tease about trying others out. "You're still a dumbass if you think your cock is what I crave."

True, it was part of it, but Mikkel really craved the gentleness, the touch, someone wanting him around. He wanted all of that and sex fulfilled all of those needs at once.

"I think you try to grab my cock more, now." Mikkel laughed as he slowly stopped rubbing Sigurd's shoulders so he could curl up with him. "Maybe I like when you're a dirty slut of a bastard outside the bed?"

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Sigurd was only teasing about the whole cock part because he knew the boy craved someone to look after and care for him. Someone to hold him and snuggle him at night. The Swede wanted Mikkel to feel safe all the time, even when he was at the clubs dancing, knowing he had a hot Swede to come back to.

"Am I? You're such a naughty little bitch, brat. But I love you for it."

Pulling in Mikkel close, Sigurd kissed the younger man's cheek and made room so the Dane's long legs could curl up easier next to him. Such long legs!

"You're making an exhibitionist out of me."

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"If I am, it's your fault." Mikkel grinned at the kiss while trying to look innocent. "I was an innocent virgin before you were around."

The Dane can't hold in the giggles because he might have been a little innocent but he was a flirt and tease long before Sigurd.

"Torden keeps saying you've a dirty old man for making me into a dirty little whore." The giggling kept up as he got comfortable with Sigurd on the seat. This felt good, so much better than he had felt earlier in the night.

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"My fault? Innocent? Bullshit. You're a teasing brat."

Sigurd just tickled Mikkel under his chin playfully at that and then caught the Dane in for a loving kiss. The way Mikkel giggled was so cute and the Swede couldn't help but want to pull more out of him. Was he really an old man corrupting the young virgin boy? Sigurd just smirked.

"Is that what Torden really thinks? He's got several boys in his bed including that prissy tart, Lars."

Just being with the brat like this felt good even though Sigurd knew he'd have to help his brother in the morning when he woke up from his hangover.

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"I sure the fuck didn't take my own virginity." Mikkel started to laugh louder, squirming nearly out of Sigurd's lap from the tickling.

"OOoo are you jealous?" Mikkel leaned in to whisper. "You tried to fuck me next to Fredrik. Dirty Dad!"

Sure Mikkel had instigated that but this was all about teasing.

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"No, you're right there. I did and it felt the best thing I've felt in a long time. Our time together that night felt so special, Mikkel. Our bonding together and the way you cuddled into me after. I loved it."

Sigurd stroking the Dane's blond hair, enjoying seeing him happier than he was a few moments ago. The dark cloud now gone replaced with a nice fluffy one.

"Of course I'm not fucking jealous. What? No, I didn't. You had that poor drunken boy on the floor naked, cuddling him. I was cuddling you from behind because you wanted me to."

The teasing was fun and Sigurd didn't mind at all. Fredrik was a cute boy and the Swede was glad the Dane had a best friend like him.

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"I think it feels better now than it did that night." Mikkel shrugged but the pain was gone and he could enjoy it so much more. "I like sleeping with you except when you turn into a horny bastard and won't stop humping me in your sleep, keeping me awake."

Mikkel leaned into the touch to his hair, giggling. "I sleep naked with Fredrik a lot." Mostly it was some drunken nonsense that had them end up that way but he didn't mind.

"Cuddling? You asked me for a blow job and then were going to get all handsy before you ended up down sucking me." The teasing relieved a lot of the stress. "Don't pretend you aren't dirty and kinky."

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"I can't help what I do in my sleep, brat. No one can. You're just too fucking sexy and I want you all the time. Don't think I don't know you're the same wanting me too."

Sigurd knew mostly about what Mikkel and Fredrik got up to whilst drunk out of their minds. Other band members talking of two young drunk blonds screaming, laughing and running everywhere naked with booze in their hands. Was it Ivar's gut rot? Probably.

"Is that Ivar giving you that Mule again? Fucking gut rot if I've ever tasted any. Strong as shit. It's good but gives a killer of a hangover."

The older Swede had tried it and had regretted instantly in the morning. How others drank it in gallons was anyone's guess. Sigurd felt like shit after a bottle or two of it.

"You fucking loved it. Don't deny it, brat."

Sigurd kissed Mikkel's ear and giggled a little into it.

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"I don't think you're always asleep." Mikkel shook his head at the Swede. "I don't hump you all night."

He didn't though he did press up against the bassist sometimes. He couldn't help how good it felt to have Sigurd against him.

"Fredrik brings it sometimes." Mikkel let out a dramatic sigh. "I can buy stuff for myself you know?"

The Dane was starting to feel financially stable. Rekker had actually taken him to open a bank account and he was making enough money to survive. It did help that the tour paid for his housing which was a huge expense he didn't have to worry about. He might still be a horrible brat and immature but there were small parts of his life that were getting pulled together.

Mikkel snorted out a loud laugh and squirmed from the kiss to his ear but he paused and bit his lip in thought. There are things he wants to share with Sigurd but he's too nervous and it shows in his eyes when he glances at the Swede holding him.

"I try not to think about anything." He admitted it but he's worried again and looks away. He's so worried that he's going to do something wrong and that notorious temper would come at him. He's convinced one wrong step and Sigurd would leave. "I don't want you to get angry with me."