Sigurd had resigned himself to lay across the drunk blonds just sighing and managing not to fall off onto the space between the front seats and the back. Fredrik was giggling hard and kissing Mikkel's cheek while Sigurd tried to get comfy. Bjorn might feel a few feet kicking the back of his chair though.
"No idea, babe. How about you surprise me? Hey---watch with the kicking back there, bitches!"
Fredrik gave a finger to Bjorn and then buried his giggling face into Mikkel's neck.
Mikkel started screaming and kicking as Fredrik buried his face and fluffy hair into his neck. He grabbed on to Fredrik's hair, yanking on it to try and get his face and breath off his neck. Of course, that meant he was naked and squirming all over Sigurd. The Dane couldn't help it but this was all very arousing.
Rekker glanced in the back and laughed. "One of the secluded beaches."
Naked drunk boys were not for the public beaches. Rekker felt his seat getting kicked and glanced back at Sigurd. "Aren't you their daddy? Why don't you fuck this drunken energy out of them?"
It worked with Bjorn, surely it would work with the other two. Mikkel was still laughing and now trying to put Sigurd between himself and Fredrik, though he is also still trying to tickle Fredrik, if he even is ticklish.
Sigurd was grateful that Rekker was choosing a secluded beach for this fucking trashfire. It was getting larger by the minute what with Bjorn screaming and high as a kite and the two young drunk blonds now wriggling around on the poor hapless Sigurd.
"Secluded would be best with this fucking rabble. I'm not fucking anyone in this car while we're in public. Fuck, it's not decent and---ow! That was my fucking guts, Fredrik----"
Sigurd clutching his sides but managing a smile because it was hilarious really and he knew Fredrik didn't mean it. The blond bassist now laughing so hard his face was red and his long blond hair a total mess.
"I don't care if you do." Rekker shrugged. It certainly wouldn't be the first time someone got laid in the back of his car and the two younger men looked wound up in a way that was destined for that.
Mikkel paused and pulled Sigurd's shirt up to kiss his side better, and well, would get the shirt all the way off if he could before going back to harass Fredrik some more.
Rekker as up front laughing as they drove up the coast, away from the city and the busy beaches. Though he does reach over and slide his hand up the inside of Bjorn's thigh.
"Dirty Daddy in the back seat! Who are you going to fuck first, dirty bitch? The stripper brat or the boy bitch?"
Bjorn was giggling madly as he shot Sigurd a tongue out and then moved close to Rekker, kissing the Brit's cheek, careful not to wreck the car. The hand on the thigh felt good though and it was nice the ginger was comfy with all this shit going on inside his car. Sigurd was just sighing and feeling some of the headache meds begin to kick in. Mikkel pulling his shirt caused the older man to kiss the Dane on the cheek before gently messing his hair up.
"Maybe we could all go skinny dipping at this beach!"
Once Mikkel got Sigurd's shirt off he started giggling about Bjorn's question. He put his ass in his lover's lap and then pulled Fredrik in to kiss his cheek. He leaned back into Sigurd and flushed red across the cheeks.
Rekker was still shaking his head. "I bet he likes watching those boys naked and making out in his lap."
Meanwhile the ginger's own hand was sliding farther up Bjorn's thigh. What he imagined was going on between the three in the back was objectively erotic, even if he wasn't interested in anyone in the back. However, it did make him want his own lover. He quickly leaned over and bit Bjorn behind the ear while stopped at a traffic light.
"Are you going to get naked with us?" Mikkel asked while nuzzling into Sigurd's neck and his hands still in Fredrik's hair.
Because of his students, Rekker had taught Bjorn quite a bit of sign language over the months and sighed to his own blonde. "Do you think Sigurd is banging both those boys?"
Bjorn squeaked loudly then outright screamed whilst laughing loudly, pulling on some of Rekker's ginger hair while he drove. Sigurd was trashy but I doubt he'd get into a threesome with Fredrik and the brat since Bjorn knew the man was very possessive on one person at a time.
"No, am fucking not, you dirty brat. You and Fredrik here are drunk and need to sober up. Maybe some cold seawater splashed on both your faces might work. That or being thrown into a large wave."
The Swede's head was pounding a little and he just wanted some peace and quiet. Also, a rest up from all the long legs kicking him. Bjorn shrugged at Rekker's question in sign and didn't think Sigurd was fucking Fredrik.
"He's possessive over Mikkel and doesn't really sleep with other boys once he's got someone. I think Fredrik is just the brat's best cuddle friend? Sort of making out and shit from what I know. No actual sex stuff."
Rekker grabbed Bjorn's crotch for the pull on his hair. This was utter trash but Rekker didn't mind. As far as he was concerned it was two sets of partners hanging out, drunk things were likely to get heated.
Mikkel pouted at Sigurd. "WHY? I want you to come skinny dip with us." Mikkel was whining and glanced at Fredrik for help convince the Swede to get naked.
Rekker started laughing. "That's some kinky cuddling. They've been back there naked, making out and touching all over each other for hours. Your bassist's boy is half ready to go it looks like. He might be in shit when we get to the beach."
Rekker turned on to the freeway. They'd would be there soon and could get out of this car. "You're going to be in trouble when we get to the beach too."
Rekker started rubbing up and down, high on Bjorn's thigh. The Brit had it in his mind to leave the three Scandinavians to themselves for a few minutes to sneak off with Bjorn for something quick.
Bjorn screamed once more when he felt his crotch grabbed by the ginger. Fuck! It was only riling the high singer up more since he wanted to get Rekker back. So, he squeezed the Brit's thigh up high close to his crotch. Laughing loudly, Bjorn turned back to the back of the car;
"Hear that, dirty daddy? Brat wants to you strip and go skinny dipping! Maybe we could all do it!"
Sigurd just shaking his head while shoving Fredrik's leg out of his side. It was total trash and all the older Swede could do was sigh and try to keep brat under control. Good luck. Bjorn kissed Rekker's cheek and smiled.
"Oh yeah? How about we leave those three and go and find a nice secluded cave?"
Rekker glanced over at Bjorn. "You get any higher and you better get into my lap."
Rekker had been ok earlier but having Bjorn here where what he had been dealing with all day things were going to get rowdy.
"I'll get in the water naked." Of course, Bjorn already knew that. Obviously the two blondes in the back were ok with naked too. Mikkel turned around to straddle Sigurd's lap.
Giggling he pulled Fredrik in with one arm and pecked Sigurd on the forehead. "Come on and swim with us. You're so fucking hot. None of us, ok maybe Rekker's close, but no one in this car is hot as you are. Stop being a shy daddy."
Rekker started smirking at the back and ran his hand higher sliding his fingers into the front of Bjorn's waistband while the ones in the back are busy.
Bjorn bit Rekker on the earlobe and could feel those fingers sliding into the waistband of his tight leather pants. Fucking kinky ginger. The trashy Swede loved it of course and yes, he was so fucking high on coke. Sigurd just rolled his eyes at Bjorn and wondered when this charade would end.
"You want me in the water swimming with you and Fredrik here? Fucking dirty brat you are. Fredrik? You're ok with this?"
He wanted to make sure the young man was comfortable with Mikkel and himself naked in front of him because he wasn't sure how shy Fredrik was. Just basic courtesy even towards a drunk boy. Fredrik giggled and nodded.
"I don't mind! Me and Mikkel always end up drunk and naked on the floor sleeping."
He buckled. Sigurd knew he couldn't stay clothed forever in this trashfire so resigned himself for his brat.
"I was talking about your hand, you dirty bitch." Rekker gasped from that bite.
"Of course I want you to come swimming with us." Mikkel rolled his eyes at the dark haired Swede. The Dane happy that everyone was going to swim together. He'd done that with Ollie and Rik when he was younger so this seemed normal to him. Though he does start giggling. "Sigurd sometimes comes in and sleeps with us too."
Mikkel has no filter right now and really he didn't think anyone here would think any less of the bassist for it. Rekker glanced over at Bjorn and cocked a brow at the comment about Sigurd. He's still convinced the three in the back all have something going on together.
"We will be to the beach in... 15 minutes at most." Rekker drove fast so things never took as long as maps said they would.
Bjorn smirked mischievously and slid it up higher so that it ghosted over Rekker's crotch. A small squeeze couldn't hurt, could it? There would be no wreck because the ginger was a skilled driver and was used to being felt up whilst driving. Fuck it. Bjorn squeezed Rekker's crotch quickly and snorted out into giggles.
"I just wanted to make sure Fredrik here knew what he was getting into."
Sigurd acting the dad. Fredrik giggling and then stopping when he heard what Mikkel said about them all cuddled up together. Sigurd was there too? The young Swede blushed and didn't know what to say.
"Sigurd cuddles you on the floor with us too? I am drunk and out of it when this happens so I didn't know."
This was still ok wasn't it? Sigurd wouldn't be mad that Mikkel and him cuddled naked? Fredrik hoping daddy Sigurd wouldn't get angry.
Rekker had to bite back the moan that tried to escape but he looked over at Bjorn, gaze hungry. He was starting to get really horny.
"Relax, daddy." Mikkel kissed Sigurd's cheek. Mikkel smiled and leaned in to Fredrik. "It feels so good. I like sleeping curled up on your shoulder and Sigurd with his arms around me." Mikkel meant that, even drunk he was serious about it.
"It sounds like the three of you have a lot of fun." Rekker mentioned to the three in the back but his hand was pushing farther into Bjorn's pants.
Bjorn loved riling the ginger up especially while he was driving and couldn't do anything about it unless they parked up. That moan though--fuck! The trashy Swede could feel Rekker's fingers delving further inside as he squirmed a little bit and squealed loudly.
"Daddy? You're still calling me that in public?"
Sigurd just raising an eyebrow but kissing Mikkel's cheek none the less. Fredrik found it hilarious none the less and slid his fingers into his Dane friend's hair giggling. What trash.
"I don't know half the shit these two drunks get up to but I've heard they run down corridors fucking naked, screaming and smashing up bathrooms."
Rekker grinned at the squealing in the passenger seat. The teasing Swede deserved it.
"Everyone knows you're his daddy." Rekker glanced in the rearview at Sigurd while Mikkel leaned into Fredrik's hand.
"I found them half naked on a free standing stripper pole in the park." Rekker laughed. "Then they, well Fredrik threw his clothes out the window. Mikkel was already down to his panties. His clothes are in the trunk with the pole."
They were cute but Rekker was protective. Erik a few weeks ago only made him more aggressive.
Bjorn giggling madly and leaning his head against Rekker's shoulder because the stray hand down his pants was doing things to him, causing the singer to become aroused and horny. Rekker knew fucking well what he was doing. They'd have to find somewhere to fuck after everyone got out at the beach!
"A free standing stripper pole in the park? What the fuck was a stripper pole doing in a park?"
Sigurd just stunned at that. Fredrik now laughing and near leaning over Mikkel to poke Sigurd in the guts. He was trashed and had no clothes.
"All my clothes are gone! I threw them out the window because it was too hot in here."
What an excuse. Sigurd just frowning and wondering what Fredrik meant by "too hot." Was it? The older Swede found the temperature in the car to be fine. What booze had he drunk? He'd heard stories about some of the band members getting smashed on Mule and throwing their clothes off.
"Joe is it who gets naked and throws his clothes off drunk on that fucking Mule?"
Rekker knew exactly what he was doing as he started stroking Bjorn. He's already horny and they were definitely going to have to find somewhere, not that Rekker was as shy as Sigurd was about sex.
"We bought it at the porn store so I could teach Fredrik." Mikkel grinned, glazing over the fact that they were trashed and Rekker had saw them randomly.
"I think they giggled themselves into overheating in my back seat." Rekker mentioned which sent Mikkel into more giggles.
"Mick does too." Rekker responded.
Mikkel leaned into Sigurd's chest and then pulled Fredrik in close too so he could cuddle the blonde Swede.
"You bought the pole at a fucking porn store? Kinky! Hey, babe---maybe I could do a few moves on it for you once we get to the beach?"
Bjorn giggling loud and girly as he then gasped out in pleasure at the stroking to his cock. Fuck! Fredrik and Mikkel were a riot and the trashy singer loved that they were getting into trouble and starting chaos. Sigurd just pinching his nose but unable to stop the small laugh that erupted from his lips.
"What? You bought a strip pole from a porn store so you could show Fredrik how to dance around it?"
Fredrik nodded and then wrapped his arms around Mikkel cuddling close.
"I can show you." Mikkel giggled and reached around to ruffle up Rekker's hair. "Is your ginger like Sigurd and gets a hard on watching?"
Rekker sighed and playfully swatted Mikkel's hand away.
"Yes, I couldn't take him to the club. He looks too much like a boy." Mikkel's drunken mind thought that was a great reason. Mikkel snuggled up in Sigurd's lap, holding Fredrik. He let out a sigh because it felt good.
"Do you have booze?" Mikkel suddenly asked the two up front.
"Vodka and Whiskey in the trunk." Rekker had got it to take to Bjorn at the hotel but if they drank it at the beach it was no loss.
Bjorn was about to yell out more lewd language when he closed his mouth and frowned when Mikkel reached forwards to ruffle up Rekker's hair. Even if the action was playful and platonic it caused the trashy singer to scowl as a throb of jealousy tore through him. More possessiveness than anything.
"Keep those fucking bratty hands away from my ginger bastard, bitch! You've got your dirty daddy back there to feel up. No one's watching anyone dance, bitches!"
Slumping back into his seat, Bjorn suddenly became pissed off like the spoiled bitchy brat he was. Sigurd just shaking his head at the singer's behaviour, knowing Bjorn could act like this when high or indeed when sober too.
"I thought you two need to sober up rather than chugging more booze down your necks."
"I'll do whatever the fuck I want." Mikkel turned toward the front seat. "You bitch. Rekker and I are friends and he's my teacher too. Shut your fucking mouth. I'm sorry you're too much of a bitch to let your boyfriend have friends."
Mikkel was in full on bitch mode and Rekker winced. He gave Mikkel a sympathetic glance before wrapping an arm around Bjorn to pull him close, into his lap if he wanted. "Come here, bitch. He's just a boy and doesn't mean anything." Rekker leaned in and whispered. "You're my fiancé, don't forget."
"I am sober." Mikkel was sobering up especially now that he was frustrated with Bjorn.
"Not in this fucking car you won't, bratty bitch boy! Wrap your legs around a pole and flaunt your brat ass to Sigurd because that's what you should do instead of touching my fiance!"
Bjorn not backing down and genuinely getting angry at the brat's attitude. Fuck this! He wasn't about to be told what to do by a bratty kid. Maybe Sigurd could shut Mikkel up? Huffing, Bjorn then felt Rekker pull him close but he was still ready to slap the brat clean across the face if he said any other shit.
"Would you keep that brat mouth closed for once? Be nice, brat. You're a guest in Rekker's car here and Bjorn is his fiance. Don't forget that."
Sigurd just not in the mood for hearing a bitch fight in the car. Fredrik just wide-eyed a little but now pulling Mikkel in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek. No need to get angry when everyone was going to the beach.
Mikkel didn't even pause before he slapped Bjorn right in the mouth. "Stop treating me like a fucking slut that is going to cheat on Sigurd. You sound just like the fuckers in the club think I'm going to fuck every man in the place because I'm a dancer."
Bjorn's words cut, maybe more than the Swede had intended because Mikkel's eyes were glassing up. Mikkel turned on Sigurd too.
"Yes, I'm a guest in his fiancé's car so he shouldn't be treating me like I'm a fucking whore trying to fuck his man!" Mikkel just crumpled against Fredrik and started to cry. He hated being treated like a whore or something by people.
Rekker frowned. "Bjorn, we need to talk about something when we get to the beach." Rekker needed to clear the air because it was clear the two blondes weren't going to be able to.
Bjorn went to slap Mikkel back but Sigurd quickly grabbed the singer's wrist in an instant and shook his head shooting daggers at the trashy Swede. This was not about to turn into a fight. Not while Sigurd was here. Bjorn was fuming. He'd been slapped and now the brat was crying. Fuck! Snatching his hand out of Sigurd's grip he just huffed and went to sit back down.
"I hadn't meant it like that, brat! I meant for you to dance for your dirty daddy Sigurd. Whatever. You're not even listening."
Slumping back in his chair, Bjorn just massaged his face where Mikkel had slapped him and didn't feel like saying anything else. Fredrik just going quiet and gently stroking Mikkel's back. Surely, Bjorn didn't mean it? Sigurd just sighed and pulled brat into a hug, just wanting him to calm down. Mikkel was taking everything the wrong way.
"We know you're not a whore, Mikkel. Just---calm down."
Fredrik looked at Sigurd and didn't really know what to say so just held Mikkel close.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
metallhuvud) wrote2022-10-13 07:58 pm
crazy car ride with Sigurd, Rekker, Mikkel and Fredrik
Sigurd had resigned himself to lay across the drunk blonds just sighing and managing not to fall off onto the space between the front seats and the back. Fredrik was giggling hard and kissing Mikkel's cheek while Sigurd tried to get comfy. Bjorn might feel a few feet kicking the back of his chair though.
"No idea, babe. How about you surprise me? Hey---watch with the kicking back there, bitches!"
Fredrik gave a finger to Bjorn and then buried his giggling face into Mikkel's neck.
no subject
Rekker glanced in the back and laughed. "One of the secluded beaches."
Naked drunk boys were not for the public beaches. Rekker felt his seat getting kicked and glanced back at Sigurd. "Aren't you their daddy? Why don't you fuck this drunken energy out of them?"
It worked with Bjorn, surely it would work with the other two. Mikkel was still laughing and now trying to put Sigurd between himself and Fredrik, though he is also still trying to tickle Fredrik, if he even is ticklish.
no subject
"Secluded would be best with this fucking rabble. I'm not fucking anyone in this car while we're in public. Fuck, it's not decent and---ow! That was my fucking guts, Fredrik----"
Sigurd clutching his sides but managing a smile because it was hilarious really and he knew Fredrik didn't mean it. The blond bassist now laughing so hard his face was red and his long blond hair a total mess.
"Fuck! This is funny---Dirty daddy!"
no subject
Mikkel paused and pulled Sigurd's shirt up to kiss his side better, and well, would get the shirt all the way off if he could before going back to harass Fredrik some more.
Rekker as up front laughing as they drove up the coast, away from the city and the busy beaches. Though he does reach over and slide his hand up the inside of Bjorn's thigh.
no subject
Bjorn was giggling madly as he shot Sigurd a tongue out and then moved close to Rekker, kissing the Brit's cheek, careful not to wreck the car. The hand on the thigh felt good though and it was nice the ginger was comfy with all this shit going on inside his car. Sigurd was just sighing and feeling some of the headache meds begin to kick in. Mikkel pulling his shirt caused the older man to kiss the Dane on the cheek before gently messing his hair up.
"Maybe we could all go skinny dipping at this beach!"
Fredrik now shouting to everyone in the car.
no subject
Rekker was still shaking his head. "I bet he likes watching those boys naked and making out in his lap."
Meanwhile the ginger's own hand was sliding farther up Bjorn's thigh. What he imagined was going on between the three in the back was objectively erotic, even if he wasn't interested in anyone in the back. However, it did make him want his own lover. He quickly leaned over and bit Bjorn behind the ear while stopped at a traffic light.
"Are you going to get naked with us?" Mikkel asked while nuzzling into Sigurd's neck and his hands still in Fredrik's hair.
Because of his students, Rekker had taught Bjorn quite a bit of sign language over the months and sighed to his own blonde. "Do you think Sigurd is banging both those boys?"
no subject
"No, am fucking not, you dirty brat. You and Fredrik here are drunk and need to sober up. Maybe some cold seawater splashed on both your faces might work. That or being thrown into a large wave."
The Swede's head was pounding a little and he just wanted some peace and quiet. Also, a rest up from all the long legs kicking him. Bjorn shrugged at Rekker's question in sign and didn't think Sigurd was fucking Fredrik.
"He's possessive over Mikkel and doesn't really sleep with other boys once he's got someone. I think Fredrik is just the brat's best cuddle friend? Sort of making out and shit from what I know. No actual sex stuff."
no subject
Mikkel pouted at Sigurd. "WHY? I want you to come skinny dip with us." Mikkel was whining and glanced at Fredrik for help convince the Swede to get naked.
Rekker started laughing. "That's some kinky cuddling. They've been back there naked, making out and touching all over each other for hours. Your bassist's boy is half ready to go it looks like. He might be in shit when we get to the beach."
Rekker turned on to the freeway. They'd would be there soon and could get out of this car. "You're going to be in trouble when we get to the beach too."
Rekker started rubbing up and down, high on Bjorn's thigh. The Brit had it in his mind to leave the three Scandinavians to themselves for a few minutes to sneak off with Bjorn for something quick.
no subject
Bjorn screamed once more when he felt his crotch grabbed by the ginger. Fuck! It was only riling the high singer up more since he wanted to get Rekker back. So, he squeezed the Brit's thigh up high close to his crotch. Laughing loudly, Bjorn turned back to the back of the car;
"Hear that, dirty daddy? Brat wants to you strip and go skinny dipping! Maybe we could all do it!"
Sigurd just shaking his head while shoving Fredrik's leg out of his side. It was total trash and all the older Swede could do was sigh and try to keep brat under control. Good luck. Bjorn kissed Rekker's cheek and smiled.
"Oh yeah? How about we leave those three and go and find a nice secluded cave?"
no subject
Rekker had been ok earlier but having Bjorn here where what he had been dealing with all day things were going to get rowdy.
"I'll get in the water naked." Of course, Bjorn already knew that. Obviously the two blondes in the back were ok with naked too. Mikkel turned around to straddle Sigurd's lap.
Giggling he pulled Fredrik in with one arm and pecked Sigurd on the forehead. "Come on and swim with us. You're so fucking hot. None of us, ok maybe Rekker's close, but no one in this car is hot as you are. Stop being a shy daddy."
Rekker started smirking at the back and ran his hand higher sliding his fingers into the front of Bjorn's waistband while the ones in the back are busy.
no subject
Bjorn bit Rekker on the earlobe and could feel those fingers sliding into the waistband of his tight leather pants. Fucking kinky ginger. The trashy Swede loved it of course and yes, he was so fucking high on coke. Sigurd just rolled his eyes at Bjorn and wondered when this charade would end.
"You want me in the water swimming with you and Fredrik here? Fucking dirty brat you are. Fredrik? You're ok with this?"
He wanted to make sure the young man was comfortable with Mikkel and himself naked in front of him because he wasn't sure how shy Fredrik was. Just basic courtesy even towards a drunk boy. Fredrik giggled and nodded.
"I don't mind! Me and Mikkel always end up drunk and naked on the floor sleeping."
He buckled. Sigurd knew he couldn't stay clothed forever in this trashfire so resigned himself for his brat.
no subject
"Of course I want you to come swimming with us." Mikkel rolled his eyes at the dark haired Swede. The Dane happy that everyone was going to swim together. He'd done that with Ollie and Rik when he was younger so this seemed normal to him. Though he does start giggling. "Sigurd sometimes comes in and sleeps with us too."
Mikkel has no filter right now and really he didn't think anyone here would think any less of the bassist for it. Rekker glanced over at Bjorn and cocked a brow at the comment about Sigurd. He's still convinced the three in the back all have something going on together.
"We will be to the beach in... 15 minutes at most." Rekker drove fast so things never took as long as maps said they would.
no subject
Bjorn smirked mischievously and slid it up higher so that it ghosted over Rekker's crotch. A small squeeze couldn't hurt, could it? There would be no wreck because the ginger was a skilled driver and was used to being felt up whilst driving. Fuck it. Bjorn squeezed Rekker's crotch quickly and snorted out into giggles.
"I just wanted to make sure Fredrik here knew what he was getting into."
Sigurd acting the dad. Fredrik giggling and then stopping when he heard what Mikkel said about them all cuddled up together. Sigurd was there too? The young Swede blushed and didn't know what to say.
"Sigurd cuddles you on the floor with us too? I am drunk and out of it when this happens so I didn't know."
This was still ok wasn't it? Sigurd wouldn't be mad that Mikkel and him cuddled naked? Fredrik hoping daddy Sigurd wouldn't get angry.
no subject
"Relax, daddy." Mikkel kissed Sigurd's cheek. Mikkel smiled and leaned in to Fredrik. "It feels so good. I like sleeping curled up on your shoulder and Sigurd with his arms around me." Mikkel meant that, even drunk he was serious about it.
"It sounds like the three of you have a lot of fun." Rekker mentioned to the three in the back but his hand was pushing farther into Bjorn's pants.
no subject
"Daddy? You're still calling me that in public?"
Sigurd just raising an eyebrow but kissing Mikkel's cheek none the less. Fredrik found it hilarious none the less and slid his fingers into his Dane friend's hair giggling. What trash.
"I don't know half the shit these two drunks get up to but I've heard they run down corridors fucking naked, screaming and smashing up bathrooms."
This much Sigurd knew.
no subject
"Everyone knows you're his daddy." Rekker glanced in the rearview at Sigurd while Mikkel leaned into Fredrik's hand.
"I found them half naked on a free standing stripper pole in the park." Rekker laughed. "Then they, well Fredrik threw his clothes out the window. Mikkel was already down to his panties. His clothes are in the trunk with the pole."
They were cute but Rekker was protective. Erik a few weeks ago only made him more aggressive.
no subject
Bjorn giggling madly and leaning his head against Rekker's shoulder because the stray hand down his pants was doing things to him, causing the singer to become aroused and horny. Rekker knew fucking well what he was doing. They'd have to find somewhere to fuck after everyone got out at the beach!
"A free standing stripper pole in the park? What the fuck was a stripper pole doing in a park?"
Sigurd just stunned at that. Fredrik now laughing and near leaning over Mikkel to poke Sigurd in the guts. He was trashed and had no clothes.
"All my clothes are gone! I threw them out the window because it was too hot in here."
What an excuse. Sigurd just frowning and wondering what Fredrik meant by "too hot." Was it? The older Swede found the temperature in the car to be fine. What booze had he drunk? He'd heard stories about some of the band members getting smashed on Mule and throwing their clothes off.
"Joe is it who gets naked and throws his clothes off drunk on that fucking Mule?"
no subject
"We bought it at the porn store so I could teach Fredrik." Mikkel grinned, glazing over the fact that they were trashed and Rekker had saw them randomly.
"I think they giggled themselves into overheating in my back seat." Rekker mentioned which sent Mikkel into more giggles.
"Mick does too." Rekker responded.
Mikkel leaned into Sigurd's chest and then pulled Fredrik in close too so he could cuddle the blonde Swede.
no subject
Bjorn giggling loud and girly as he then gasped out in pleasure at the stroking to his cock. Fuck! Fredrik and Mikkel were a riot and the trashy singer loved that they were getting into trouble and starting chaos. Sigurd just pinching his nose but unable to stop the small laugh that erupted from his lips.
"What? You bought a strip pole from a porn store so you could show Fredrik how to dance around it?"
Fredrik nodded and then wrapped his arms around Mikkel cuddling close.
no subject
Rekker sighed and playfully swatted Mikkel's hand away.
"Yes, I couldn't take him to the club. He looks too much like a boy." Mikkel's drunken mind thought that was a great reason. Mikkel snuggled up in Sigurd's lap, holding Fredrik. He let out a sigh because it felt good.
"Do you have booze?" Mikkel suddenly asked the two up front.
"Vodka and Whiskey in the trunk." Rekker had got it to take to Bjorn at the hotel but if they drank it at the beach it was no loss.
no subject
"Keep those fucking bratty hands away from my ginger bastard, bitch! You've got your dirty daddy back there to feel up. No one's watching anyone dance, bitches!"
Slumping back into his seat, Bjorn suddenly became pissed off like the spoiled bitchy brat he was. Sigurd just shaking his head at the singer's behaviour, knowing Bjorn could act like this when high or indeed when sober too.
"I thought you two need to sober up rather than chugging more booze down your necks."
The dad coming out in Sigurd.
no subject
Mikkel was in full on bitch mode and Rekker winced. He gave Mikkel a sympathetic glance before wrapping an arm around Bjorn to pull him close, into his lap if he wanted. "Come here, bitch. He's just a boy and doesn't mean anything." Rekker leaned in and whispered. "You're my fiancé, don't forget."
"I am sober." Mikkel was sobering up especially now that he was frustrated with Bjorn.
no subject
Bjorn not backing down and genuinely getting angry at the brat's attitude. Fuck this! He wasn't about to be told what to do by a bratty kid. Maybe Sigurd could shut Mikkel up? Huffing, Bjorn then felt Rekker pull him close but he was still ready to slap the brat clean across the face if he said any other shit.
"Would you keep that brat mouth closed for once? Be nice, brat. You're a guest in Rekker's car here and Bjorn is his fiance. Don't forget that."
Sigurd just not in the mood for hearing a bitch fight in the car. Fredrik just wide-eyed a little but now pulling Mikkel in for a hug and a kiss on the cheek. No need to get angry when everyone was going to the beach.
no subject
Bjorn's words cut, maybe more than the Swede had intended because Mikkel's eyes were glassing up. Mikkel turned on Sigurd too.
"Yes, I'm a guest in his fiancé's car so he shouldn't be treating me like I'm a fucking whore trying to fuck his man!" Mikkel just crumpled against Fredrik and started to cry. He hated being treated like a whore or something by people.
Rekker frowned. "Bjorn, we need to talk about something when we get to the beach." Rekker needed to clear the air because it was clear the two blondes weren't going to be able to.
no subject
"I hadn't meant it like that, brat! I meant for you to dance for your dirty daddy Sigurd. Whatever. You're not even listening."
Slumping back in his chair, Bjorn just massaged his face where Mikkel had slapped him and didn't feel like saying anything else. Fredrik just going quiet and gently stroking Mikkel's back. Surely, Bjorn didn't mean it? Sigurd just sighed and pulled brat into a hug, just wanting him to calm down. Mikkel was taking everything the wrong way.
"We know you're not a whore, Mikkel. Just---calm down."
Fredrik looked at Sigurd and didn't really know what to say so just held Mikkel close.
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)