nordlig_pojke | Who put out the trash?

Who put out the trash?

It was time.

Ulrik's trashy older brother, Sven, was now getting off the plane at LA airport and embracing his baby brother in a drunken hug. Oh god. The older blond reeked of booze and was drunk, having no doubt filled himself with in flight booze, of course he had. Laughing, Ulrik patted Sven on the back and then pulled his bleached blond hair in a playful manner because it had been what? A few months since he saw his brother since starting the LA tour with Blixt and the other bands. Sigurd was standing next to Ulrik and took in Sven's appearance; drunk, wearing tight black leather pants, a black jacket with tears in the seams and bright neon boots made with fake crocodile and a red bandanna across his head. Of course. What trash. The all spoke in their mother tongue as they greeted each other.

"Det är kul att se dig igen, broder. (It's good to see you again, brother.)"

Sven reached into his jacket and pulled out a bottle of booze, which was whiskey by the looks of it. Had he bought that on the plane? Fuck knew. Ulrik rolled his eyes because he knew all about the trashy singer's habits with booze and they weren't the best. Bjorn was back at the Strip spending time with his ginger since he was spending more and more time with Rekker. Both Ulrik and Sigurd thought it was the best thing for their band leader. Lars was out somewhere following poor Devon around but everyone thought it was cute.

"Flygflyget var så jävla tråkigt! Vi går till en klubb och kör åt helvete. (The plane flight was so fucking boring! Let's go to a club right now and get fucked.)"

Sigurd just stared at Sven and sighed. Oh great----another Bjorn. This wouldn't end well because Sven looked trashy as hell and was drunk just getting off the plane. Now he wanted to hit the town and get smashed even before checking into the hotel. Did the man even bring stuff with him? Clothes? Possessions? Sigurd couldn't see any.

"Var är alla dina kläder, Sven? Har du glömt att ta med dem? (Where are all your clothes, Sven? Did you forget to bring them?)"

The singer shot Sigurd an amused smirk as he took a few quick swigs of booze before shoving the bottle back into his jacket. This guy was the bassist and he knew all about him from what Ulrik had told him. The band dad. That was just the cutest!

"Hej, pappa pojke! Ta det lugnt. Jag behöver inte ta med skit eftersom jag bara köper nya kläder här i L.A. Fan, ja. (Hey, daddy boy! Chill the fuck out. I don't need to bring shit since I'll just buy new clothes here in LA. Fuck yeah.)"

At those words, Sigurd just pinched his nose slightly because this guy was so much like Bjorn, except Bjorn would actually bring all of his shit with him. Every last can of hairspray. So would Lars if he were travelling to another country. Fuck, this guy was trashy and reckless too. Ulrik just giggled at his band mate's reaction to his trashy brother as they began their walk towards the taxis. Getting back to the hotel was the first port of call for all of them. Sven needed to check into his room. The singer adjusted his bandanna as they hailed a taxi down and jumped inside, Sigured paying the man in advance just in case Sven spilled any booze inside the taxi. Shit with rock stars often happened.

"Hur många heta pojkar reser med dig då? Ulrik har berättat om några. (So, how many hot boys are travelling with you then? Ulrik's told me about a few.)"

Oh god. Here we go. Ulrik just blushed a deep red at Sven's words regarding all the hot boys travelling on the tour. What was he to say? There were so many and so many were taken. Almost all of them except a few on the fence or not quite making the connections yet. Sven was trash so this would be more than awkward because he was the type of boy to hit on a taken man. His type being feminine boys and soft masculine.

"Fler tas, broder. Jag sa, minns du? Men det finns några som är singlar. Alla är heta och mest som andra pojkar utom den udda en eller två som är hetero.(Most are taken, brother. I did say, remember? But there are some who are single. All are hot and most like other boys except the odd one or two who are straight.)"

Ulrik trying to tell his brother this in the best possible way. Sigurd just staying out of the conversation entirely because he had his mind set on the bratty Dane. Mikkel. Oh fuck---what if Sven hit on him? There would be hell to pay. Or if Mikkel hit on Sven? Shit. Sigurd didn't even want to think about that. At all. It hurt. The taxi soon pulled into the hotel carpark as all three rock stars got out and headed into the hotel. Sven soon checked in and headed towards the bar instantly. He was fucking thirsty! Sigurd and Ulrik following to keep him company.

"We use English here because there are others staying from the UK. It's a bit easier that way."

Sigurd telling Sven just so that he knew if the Brits were around at the bar. Once they got there a few of the rock stars were there drinking and talking. No smashed ones yet since it was still only 10.00am. Even too early for Joe or Aarne to be smashed. Bjorn was no doubt back at Rekker's Hills mansion and Lars outdoors somewhere with Devon. A young dark-haired boy carrying a sketchpad came up to greet the new tall blond.

"Hello there! You're new. Are you related to Bjorn? You look similar."

Sven giggling rather girlishly, even though he was quite masculine in height and stature. The clothing and hair giving off his feminine air. Pinching the young guitarist's cheek, he smirked. Oh, this one was cute! There was also a blond haired man who wore leopard print too. He was fucking hot! Was he taken? So what if he was---Sven wanted to meet everyone! Ulrik had to intervene before people got angry for his brother hitting on everyone.

"This is Erik Ivarsson and him over there is Hunter, his older brother. Both are taken, Sven. You'll have to look elsewhere."

The singer huffed and then ruffled up Erik's hair before going to the bar and offering up Hunter a wink. The younger Swede just stared and then began giggling himself because it was amusing. Buying himself a large bottle of whiskey, Sven then began chugging straight out of the bottle because fuck! He was thirsty. The plane ride really had taken it out of him. Sigurd was watching Sven like a hawk now because this one was dynamite. Trouble. He might even start a fight if he hit on everyone who was taken. Ulrik knew he'd have to step in but he couldn't be everywhere Sven was at all times. It would be hard but they'd have to try and do their best.

Otherwise it could be a shit show.

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"Where's that lucky redhead of yours?" Damien asked Ulrik. The boy was attractive as far as Damien was concerned even if he had no interest. His heart was with a different young man, though he momentarily made a mental not to introduce Zack to Ulrik if they hadn't met and hung out already.

"It's my job." Damien reminded him with a laugh before downing half of the newly poured drink. "I'd rather keep tonight as an off day. Last I saw of Ziggy he was down in the restaurant with the Danes and the crazy Fin, probably eating the place out of food." Damien glanced up at the clock over the bar. "It's that time of the night."

Everyone had routines. Being security, like Robert, he had taken the time to learn routines so he could notice someone's absence of anything off more easily.

Ulrik just blushed and giggled softly when Damien asked him about Dee. Where was she indeed? The young guitarist just looked around with his bright blue eyes, not knowing where she'd be. Maybe with the rest of Hexed? It was a good bet.

"You're the muscle here then, sweets? Long legged giraffe with piercing eyes and expert reflexes with that piece you've got hidden. I've known muscle boys myself working on the streets. But you---you're different to the rest."

There was something about Damien that threw the Swede off but he just shrugged. Any tour needed muscle and Damien certainly seemed the type to put a bullet between someone's eyes if they fucked anyone off here. Meeting Ziggy and the rest of the band members though? Sven was determined to do this.

"It's that time of night? Do you mean people have rituals and shit here? Eat at this time, fuck at this time sort of thing?"

Damien smiled at the blush while finishing off his drink. "She was in the pool earlier."

He mentioned when he saw Ulrik looking around. That look was a common one, where is my lover. Some were more nervous than others about being separated. "I grew up in the military but I've taken up the other side the past few years."

Hell, that was an understatement but he didn't feel like delving into the ideologies of his world. Sven was correct though, he would put a bullet in someone for coming after any of the musicians.

"With all these hot and horny young men around there's always fucking going on." Damien snorted a laugh but there were routines, ebbs of mood for individuals and just the group as a whole. "Some of the bands don't sleep well or have schedules on their heads. Routines are important when there are real threats around."

Fights, people trying to bust in, stabbings, people just being assholes.. Damien was wary and watchful always. "The sleepless ones; after a show come back and shower, hang around and drink or sex, then right around this time get hungry."

He knew most people's routines, either personally or from talking with Tom and Robert. The three of them took shifts and Damien was used to overnights, more comfortable with them. Tom relieved him, especially now that Robert spent his mornings with Erik, then Robert took over around show times because he was the driver.

"After a show shower, hang around, drink and fuck? Sounds like a normal day at the office to me. That's how my boys roll when we're on tour, sometimes never even going to bed at all to sleep. To fuck yes but as for resting up? That sometimes doesn't happen when they've got a bed full of screaming groupies."

Sven just shrugged and drank his drink wondering what the other tour members were like. Being security, Damien must see everything that went on inside the hotel. All the crazy shit that happened around rock stars. The good, the bad and the ugly.

"I like having a good time, good booze and rolling into bed whenever the fuck I want usually."

As for sex? Sven wasn't so bothered as others about that since groupies were always overrated anyway. Sven wasn't into women at all so it didn't bother him so much. Offering Ulrik another hair ruffle the older Swede smirked.

"At least my little brother here is being kept out of any serious trouble now he has a hot girl in his bed."

Damien shrugged. "There are a few early risers that do all of that in the morning but groupies are rare."

The Dog tried to think if he had seen many at all and he couldn't recall any. A few autographs or something in the lobby but not in rooms.

"Robert is a taskmaster when we have to travel. Whenever you want turns into whenever he wants you out of bed." Damien laughed because more than once the two older Brits had raised hell about people refusing to get out of bed.

"I'm sure he gets into trouble with her. She's a feisty punk and I heard they got into a fight at a bar with Hexed." Damien kept track of things and listened to rumors. He'd heard about Rekker throwing people and stored that away in case shit went down and he needed backup. The punks and the ginger were it.

"All these hot rock boys and no groupies? I'm surprised. Then, again, I'm not into them so I don't really dig the whole big tits and bimbos thing."

Sven just laughed and noticed Ulrik giving his brother a middle finger. Ulrik was so cute and now he had a hot ginger in his bed! Naughty boy. The older Swede drank some of his drink and then shot a look to Ulrik, gasping in surprise.

"What? A fight in a bar with Hexed? Did you punch anyone, little brother? I bet your punk girl kicked some fucking ass. Did you slide under the table drunk? Because I know you always do that after drinking too much."

Ulrik sighed and then punched Sven's arm, smiling though. The young boy couldn't hold his booze well and always ended up sliding underneath the table.

"I think most are more interested in cock than anything else." Damien figured male groupies were far less common than female ones. "I don't think there are many that prefer women."

Damien started laughing. "I'm sure it won't be the last. I've heard Hexed is as scrappy as the punks."

"Nothing wrong with being interested in cock. Who isn't? I've had my fair share in my lifetime even if I'm single at the moment. Sex is fun but so is drinking and enjoying someone else's company."

Sven was a little surprised joining a tour of rock stars now knowing none liked women groupies. Oh well, that made it a less complicated. The Swede himself was gay and preferred the company of men his age anyway.

"All my band are currently single at the moment, even my drunk guitarist and cute bassist."

The singer laughed and then felt Ulrik jab him in the ribs just because he could.

"It does make my job easier without all the women getting into everything."

Damien was well aware how sideways things could go sometimes. His skills from home came in handy here on the tour. Damien started to laugh.

"I'm sure it won't last long seeing how fast your brother, and the others, have found people to keep them happy in bed." Damien had to tease the younger man a little too.

"Some of them can be trashy bitches and I've dealt with a few of those myself. You're better off without those bimbos."

Ulrik just stared at his brother and snorted at the word bimbo. Damien's words got the young Swede going wide-eyed slightly though because Dee was special to him in so many ways. He'd never dated an older girl before and found it exciting.

"Dee is so pretty and fiesty. I really like her."

Sven ruffled up his brother's hair and took a gulp of drink. It was cute his baby bro had found a cute girl to cuddle up with. A ginger punk.

"Is it because you're getting ginger pussy all night?"

"I'm learning the boys are just as bad." Damien shook his head and finished off his drink. "I'll take the people obsessively in love with one of the band over someone hateful and violent, any night."

That was the truth, probably for everyone. Damien snorted out a laugh and got another drink, which was unusual for him but he was off for the night. Now was his only chance.

"I'm not into women but if I was, she's pretty. Do you get tangled up in all those curls?" Damien started to laugh because he sure the hell ended up tangled in Zack's, or they ended up tangled in each other's hair.

"The boys ARE just as bad, sweets. Trust me. Some of those diva bitch boys can be utter bastards."

Sven ordered another drink and felt Ulrik nudge him sideway with a jab of his elbow. It was totally cute that his usually shy brother had found a hot girl. A ginger too! Damien was a tall handsome boy too and Sven realised he must be a similar age to himself. Early 30's perhaps?

"Oh, I bet you do, don't you, baby brother?"

The older Swede teasing the younger and Ulrik now shoving Sven while blushing hard.

"I know all about it." Damien spent his life around teens and twenty somethings for the most part. The drama that he had seen over relationships was intense and often he had to step in so that people could remain sensible.

The Dog shrugged and decided to turn these tables a bit. "I'm sure it won't be long before you have someone tangled in yours too."

It was nice to have someone more his own age, whatever that was, around.

"Me? I go for men my age and there seems to be lack of at the moment, not that I'm bothered about having a partner right now though because looking after baby Ulrik here and making sure he's safe is all I care about."

Performing was important to Sven too but being there for Ulrik was the main thing since he'd been acting like a father for the boy ever since the accident. He was very defensive and protective over his baby brother.

"It is nice to have someone my own age though like you, Damien. Most are babies like Ulrik here."

Sven now pinching Ulrik's cheek which earned a kick to the older Swede's shin.

Damien glanced over at the young guitarist and smiled. "It might be time to take a seat on that job."

The Dog often looked after younger people and knew that he had to step aside when someone else took that space. "It may be time to focus on yourself. He has someone looking after him now."

It wasn't a bad thing but an honest one. Ulrik had a very caring person with him now, and one Damien felt would fit right in with him and his people back home.

"I think the tour is weighed toward the over 25 crowd despite the behavior or the younger ones being louder." He hadn't taken an exact count but it felt that way.

"Take a seat? Are you saying my brother doesn't need his older brother taking care of him anymore because he's got a hot ginger?"

Sven winked at Ulrik, who then flipped him off but in a playful way. Brothers were brothers. The Dog did have a point though. Maybe the singer should step back a little and allow his baby brother to breathe a little now that he had Dee. She looked a strong, loving woman.

"Most seem around early to mid-twenties. Some older. Devon is the oldest?"

The Swede wasn't sure of everyone on the tour but had seen the Hexed drummer hanging around with Ulrik a few times.

"He needs to grow up eventually." Damien had spent years training up kids and letting them become adults, both with the Dogs and the Ministry. It was something he was more used to than most.

"One of them." Damien chuckled. "There are some older. I think..Ziggy's family are older."

Tom definitely was, not that Damien was about to mention the reason he was laughing.

"Yes, he does, but he'll still be my baby brother no matter what."

Sven ruffled Ulrik's hair and laughed when the guitarist aimed a kick at his shin. The teasing was something both brothers did to one another. Wasn't Zack around Ulrik's age? As for the ages of band members---Tom, he had to be the oldest, didn't he? Ziggy's family too.

"I know Ziggy's old man is one of the old men. He doesn't take shit from anyone but knows how to dish it out."

"He'll knock you on your ass apparently, same with Robert."

Damien had heard about what happened to Joe and Viktor. Damien might be dominate but he could tell by how those two men were that they weren't to be tangled with when they really meant it.

To get into the teasing, Damien glanced over at Ulrik. "You should ask Aarne about finding him a boyfriend. He's good at it."

"You'd better not mess with Major Tom. That's what I've heard from everyone anyway."

Sven just laughed at being found a boyfriend. Was everyone on the tour matchmaking for those who were single and available? It would seem that way. Ulrik elbowed his older brother in the ribs because he knew Sven was a crass bastard.

"I'm a patient man. Who knows---someone might drop into my lap."

Ulrik snorted out a laugh. Sven was such a total cocktease at times.

"Tom has seen so much shit I think he's done with anything that disrupts the peace too much."

It was an observation of the older man but he wouldn't have anyone else to wrangle this circus. No one else probably could.

Damien started to laugh. "Where's that stripper you were dancing with earlier? You could have brought them along." It was the honest thing to say because even if they usually didn't have groupies or strippers around it didn't mean it never happened.

"Maybe I shouldn't ask what shit this is but it's probably some really fucking hardcore stuff. The man seems to have a will of iron."

Sven just saw how stern Tom looked when pissed off and it was the look that shouted out fuck off or I'll kick your sorry ass. The Swede was no fool and wouldn't be messing with the tour manager anytime soon.

"Stripper? Oh, you mean that young Dane? I wasn't sure since I only spent an evening at the club with him and didn't think it was anything serious. Just a bit of fun."

The singer shrugged and wasn't sure. The boy was cute but much too young.

"Aside from lost for two weeks in a derelict ship in space?"

To Damien everything else Tom had endured was less than that. However, he wasn't sure everything the man had gone through over his life time.

"You don't sound like you're looking for anything long term or serious." Damien mentioned honestly. It wasn't his place to say what Sven should be doing for the evening. The Stripper just seemed to be something he had already gotten into.

"Fuck. Really? That's rough. The man really has got a will of iron if that happened to him."

Sven just stared for a moment or two trying to imagine what Tom must have gone through but couldn't. Who could? It sounded like hell on Earth---or not on Earth. Ziggy's father was tough as nails.

"I'm not looking for anything at the minute. Maybe just some fun now and then. I'm mostly here to keep an eye out on my baby brother here and to be with my band."

Sven wasn't looking to hook up with anyone for a relationship right now because he'd just been out of one and wasn't looking for sex.

"I wouldn't tangle with him."

Damien wouldn't say that about many but he was sure that Tom was way more intelligent and capable than people would credit him with.

"Your band is here, or coming?" Damien asked curiously. He wondered how many more musicians this would bring to the tour.

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