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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"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."