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.
Rekker pulled into the beach parking lot and reached over to take Bjorn's hand. "Come out and talk to me, luv."
He's gentle but he needs to talk to Bjorn since the back is a mess right now. Mikkel was having a meltdown and Rekker felt for boy. He knew part of what might be going on because he use to have meltdowns all the time too.
Mikkel pulled back and scowled at Sigurd but he didn't say anything. As soon as the car was stopped he got out wanting to get away from everyone. He felt scared now. Scared he'd ruined everything, scared that he wasn't supposed to make friends, most of the reaction, even the slap was his adrenaline response. Unable to get away in a moving car he lashed out and didn't exactly mean to.
Bjorn just ripped open the car door and stormed out angry and pissed off that Mikkel had touched Rekker's hair and shot the attitude mouth off at him. Fuck, he was so angry about Sigurd being a fucking idiot too. Just everyone. Kicking a stray pebble on the beach, Bjorn just sighed and felt tears built up in his eyes too because he was jealous and hated being yelled at by some bitchy kid.
"Fucking brat. He can't just think it's ok to touch someone else's man and then mouth off at me about it. If I touched Sigurd that way he'd bullshit me too."
The Swede just not even wanting to stare back at the car with the brat and the rest of them sat inside it. Sigurd got up to follow Mikkel along with Fredrik who was now sobering up due to the argument.
Rekker got out with a sigh and a sympathetic look to the two in the back. He went to Bjorn hugging him tight, if he'd let him, who knew.
"Bjorn, shhhh.... When you feel a little better we need to talk about something I don't think you know." Rekker kissed Bjorn's temple. "He's just a little kid. You've got nothing to be jealous of, no matter who touches me I'm not leaving you. That ring is forever, luv."
Bjorn didn't know when he'd feel better because he was so fucked off with that brat! Fuck, he was so rude! The Swede sighed loudly and then pulled himself into Rekker, sniffing a little because he could feel tears rolling down his cheeks. Being high and emotional hadn't helped things but the Swede had always been so jealous about his partners.
"A little kid with a huge fucking mouth. I---I know the ring is and I love you. I just can't help feeling jealous when people touch you or look at you and things. It fucks me off."
He closed his eyes and didn't want to say anymore on it.
Rekker held Bjorn but couldn't help the laugh that slipped out.
"A young, bitchy, blonde with a big fucking mouth?" Rekker kissed his lover's cheek while trying to control his laughter. "I never thought Sigurd and I would have the same taste in men."
He paused to stroke Bjorn's back and held him for a few minutes before saying anything more. "The kid didn't mean anything. Mikkel ... "
Rekker was fumbling a little with how to say things without upsetting Bjorn too much. "Mikkel and I were treated the same way as kids; locked in empty rooms for days because no one wanted to deal with us, screamed at.. other things. I've been trying to help him because I've spent so long in therapy for this shit. I took him to my therapist with me a few days ago." Rekker kept Bjorn close while he spoke. "I don't think anyone else understands what he's going through. I was the same as him when I came to the US. I was running away from a family that hated me, terrified, angry, didn't know who the hell I was supposed to be, worried that everyone was going to hate me or hurt me."
He hoped Bjorn understood why the boy was so close to Rekker. It was more like Rekker was family, someone comforting. Rekker felt like Mikkel might see him as a father of sorts, the conversations certainly sounded like it sometimes.
"Hey, my mouth isn't that fucking big! But just big enough to take all of that cock in."
Bjorn stuck his tongue out through his rage and sniffed a little. Mikkel had fucked him off but as he listened to what Rekker had to say about the Dane the Swede softened a little. It was bullshit how him and Mikkel were treated---abused and shit.
"I didn't know that about Sigurd's brat boy. He's still got a fucking mouth on him though and a bad attitude. So rude but---yeah. That's pretty fucked up. For you too."
The Swede just slid his arms around Rekker and nuzzled into his chest. Where were the others? Fredrik and Sigurd? Had they gone to find Mikkel?
"I can hear you screaming across the hotel. You've got a big mouth." Rekker leaned in and kissed that stuck out tongue while laughing.
"Has a fucking mouth on him and a bad attitude?" Rekker laughed even more, squeezing Bjorn close. "Sounds like another tall, hot, girly blonde I know."
The Brit sighed heavily and stroked Bjorn's sides and back, glad that he's relaxing. "The attitude and the mouth comes with spending your life fighting. I know he used to get in the way when Rik's father was beating him, since he was just little, he used to try and fight off a grown man. He's been fighting a long time. It takes just as long to learn you don't have to fight to stay alive constantly. I know, I used to fly off like that all the time too."
Rekker glanced around and figured Mikkel wasn't going to stop walking until someone caught him or he exhausted himself, at least that was what Rekker used to do and he didn't imagine the Dane was much different.
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on 2022-05-02 09:11 pm (UTC)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.
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on 2022-05-02 09:17 pm (UTC)"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.
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on 2022-05-02 09:24 pm (UTC)He's gentle but he needs to talk to Bjorn since the back is a mess right now. Mikkel was having a meltdown and Rekker felt for boy. He knew part of what might be going on because he use to have meltdowns all the time too.
Mikkel pulled back and scowled at Sigurd but he didn't say anything. As soon as the car was stopped he got out wanting to get away from everyone. He felt scared now. Scared he'd ruined everything, scared that he wasn't supposed to make friends, most of the reaction, even the slap was his adrenaline response. Unable to get away in a moving car he lashed out and didn't exactly mean to.
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on 2022-05-02 09:30 pm (UTC)Bjorn just ripped open the car door and stormed out angry and pissed off that Mikkel had touched Rekker's hair and shot the attitude mouth off at him. Fuck, he was so angry about Sigurd being a fucking idiot too. Just everyone. Kicking a stray pebble on the beach, Bjorn just sighed and felt tears built up in his eyes too because he was jealous and hated being yelled at by some bitchy kid.
"Fucking brat. He can't just think it's ok to touch someone else's man and then mouth off at me about it. If I touched Sigurd that way he'd bullshit me too."
The Swede just not even wanting to stare back at the car with the brat and the rest of them sat inside it. Sigurd got up to follow Mikkel along with Fredrik who was now sobering up due to the argument.
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on 2022-05-02 09:34 pm (UTC)"Bjorn, shhhh.... When you feel a little better we need to talk about something I don't think you know." Rekker kissed Bjorn's temple. "He's just a little kid. You've got nothing to be jealous of, no matter who touches me I'm not leaving you. That ring is forever, luv."
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on 2022-05-04 06:32 pm (UTC)"A little kid with a huge fucking mouth. I---I know the ring is and I love you. I just can't help feeling jealous when people touch you or look at you and things. It fucks me off."
He closed his eyes and didn't want to say anymore on it.
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on 2022-05-05 11:17 am (UTC)"A young, bitchy, blonde with a big fucking mouth?" Rekker kissed his lover's cheek while trying to control his laughter. "I never thought Sigurd and I would have the same taste in men."
He paused to stroke Bjorn's back and held him for a few minutes before saying anything more. "The kid didn't mean anything. Mikkel ... "
Rekker was fumbling a little with how to say things without upsetting Bjorn too much. "Mikkel and I were treated the same way as kids; locked in empty rooms for days because no one wanted to deal with us, screamed at.. other things. I've been trying to help him because I've spent so long in therapy for this shit. I took him to my therapist with me a few days ago." Rekker kept Bjorn close while he spoke. "I don't think anyone else understands what he's going through. I was the same as him when I came to the US. I was running away from a family that hated me, terrified, angry, didn't know who the hell I was supposed to be, worried that everyone was going to hate me or hurt me."
He hoped Bjorn understood why the boy was so close to Rekker. It was more like Rekker was family, someone comforting. Rekker felt like Mikkel might see him as a father of sorts, the conversations certainly sounded like it sometimes.
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on 2022-06-04 07:47 pm (UTC)Bjorn stuck his tongue out through his rage and sniffed a little. Mikkel had fucked him off but as he listened to what Rekker had to say about the Dane the Swede softened a little. It was bullshit how him and Mikkel were treated---abused and shit.
"I didn't know that about Sigurd's brat boy. He's still got a fucking mouth on him though and a bad attitude. So rude but---yeah. That's pretty fucked up. For you too."
The Swede just slid his arms around Rekker and nuzzled into his chest. Where were the others? Fredrik and Sigurd? Had they gone to find Mikkel?
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on 2022-06-04 08:33 pm (UTC)"Has a fucking mouth on him and a bad attitude?" Rekker laughed even more, squeezing Bjorn close. "Sounds like another tall, hot, girly blonde I know."
The Brit sighed heavily and stroked Bjorn's sides and back, glad that he's relaxing. "The attitude and the mouth comes with spending your life fighting. I know he used to get in the way when Rik's father was beating him, since he was just little, he used to try and fight off a grown man. He's been fighting a long time. It takes just as long to learn you don't have to fight to stay alive constantly. I know, I used to fly off like that all the time too."
Rekker glanced around and figured Mikkel wasn't going to stop walking until someone caught him or he exhausted himself, at least that was what Rekker used to do and he didn't imagine the Dane was much different.