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"There's nothing wrong with wanting to be or do anything you want. Fuck whatever anyone wants you to be and just be yourself. It's a free world I say. More rock than glam? You sound like my baby brother since he's more hard rock than glam even though Blixt is a glam metal band."

That part always amused Sven who loved how boyish Ulrik was compared to Bjorn or Lars. Sigurd? He was the band dad and even Sven knew this.

"Boring? I guess it could be if you're a speed junkie. I like it so each to their own. Nearly at the club, sweets."

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I'm more leather and jeans like the other Danes.

I'm waiting for you on the edge of the stage.

[ and there Mikkel sat in black cowboy boots, short, cut off black Jean shorts.. open in the front and held closed by his belt, and a black lace and leather bralette that clearly showed the nipple piercings below. He'd switched out his red belly chain for a black one to match his outfit, black nails and heavy black eyeliner.

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Sven paid the taxi driver as soon as the taxi parked outside the club. Stepping out onto the pavement the Swede took it all in as he entered the club and smiled at what he saw. Yep. This was similar to the clubs back home in Sweden but more....trashy? The American dream as they say.

"On the edge of the stage he said---"

The singer whispering under his breath as he passed a few hot near naked boys flirting with one another close by the poles themselves. Fuck, was everyone near smashed and making out? It would seem so. The singer felt at home almost in the trashy environment, stepping up to the edge of the stage and immediately spotting Mikkel. Fuck, he was tall! Also, young. Very young. Too young.

"Fuck! Mikkel! You are so young! I did not realise you were but a boy. But your legs---they are so fucking long."

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"I'm not a boy." His voice was quiet and clipped. He didn't need to lose his job for someone he didn't know. "Don't you start with the shit about my age like everyone else. I've been doing this for years."

The brattiness was coming out full force at the singer. "I'm more than old enough to have a hot guy drink whiskey off of me on stage."

Well there was a fantasy he could check odd his escapade list if Sven agreed

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"Alright. You don't need to prove anything to me, honung. I just didn't expect you to be this young is all."

How long had Mikkel said he'd been dancing? For years? But how old was he? 18? 19? Fuck. That meant he'd been starting at a young age---too young. That part sat in the singer's mind for a moment but he shrugged it off since it really wasn't any of his business. He was tired and drunk and wanted some fun.

"Ok, then let's have at it. Whiskey on you on stage. The plane journey was pretty shit so now I could do with having some fun."

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"I didn't mean my age, exactly." Mikkel sighed at all these rockstars that didn't seem to get his profession at all. "I'm not a boy, not a guy."

He rolled his eyes wondering just how drunk Sven was but then smirked and hopped up on the stage while grabbing the bottles behind him. There were a few of the other girls watching, whispering and giggling. Mikkel had told them he had invited a hot rockstar for onstage body shots.

He couldn't help but giggle as he leaned back against the pole, swaying slightly while offering one of the bottles to Sven. Thankfully, he had also cleared this with his boss or there would be hell for touching the girls.

"I'm dying to see this booze pouring fantasy you were denied at the last shit hole."

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Sven knew what the kid meant. No boys were allowed to swing around the pole, of course they weren't. Back in Sweden there were hardly any boys on poles and the same was probably over here in LA but as for Mikkel's age? His dancing career was probably less than legal.

"Alright, sweets. Sorry for the confusion there because I like dancers with long legs and yours? They are fucking smoking hot."

A playful wink and the Swede was admiring the way Mikkel swayed and moved around the pole. Clearly, the boy had skill and it showed. Sven popped open the bottle's lid and began pouring some of the booze over the Dane. Laughing, the Swede couldn't help but wonder if this was a fantasy come true or not.

"Fuck yeah it's a fantasy!"

meeting the tarty princess

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[Continued from here.]

Sven took the tequila sunrise with loads of fruit on the skewer and kissed Joey's cheek playfully because the bassist was trying to help him. Surely, Davy would enjoy this frilly drink with the Swede's own being that of whiskey.

"I'll let you know how it goes, sweetie."

A wink and off Sven walked towards the princess tart. Oh, he was so bored on his own surely! Setting the drinks down in front of Davy, Sven flashed the younger man a smile and took a gulp of his whiskey.

"Hey, sweetie. Fancy a drink?"

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Davy had been staring intently at the group and the others around them. He's watchful but doesn't notice Sven walking up. When he sees the drink, the guitarist is expecting to look up and see Joey. The fact it is someone else gets a momentary surprised look before he glances past Sven at Joey. That bastard was responsible for this and Davy didn't need anyone to tell him that.

"Thanks." He's not quite in the mood for company, ever, but it would be rude to immediately brush off someone bringing a drinkm

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"You're welcome. There's more where that came from if you want it because my crazy friends have just shown up. They'll drink this bar dry."

Sven knew that Hjalmar and Ansgar probably would along with some of the others. Torden had his hands full with his harem. The Swede guessed the boy didn't know who he was so he'd introduce himself.

"Sven Gustaffson. That's my baby brother Ulrik over there."

The singer pointing to the guitarist who was laughing at a joke Hjalmar had jus said.

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"I'm not much of a drinker." Davy mentioned and then rolled his eyes because that was exactly why Joey had sent drinks.

"Davy Sutton." He turns his attention back to the group and Ivar is clearly being watched closely as are some of the others in the bar. He's not paying Sven much attention right now but it isn't purposeful rudeness on Davy's part.

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"No worries. I'll drink them all myself."

Sven was ok with this guy not wanting to drink a load because his baby brother didn't. Ulrik always ended up sliding underneath the table after just a few drinks. The singer could see where the guitarist's eyes were and it made sense.

"You don't need to worry about your band mates. My friends aren't here to cause trouble. That's my drummer, Ivar. He's a decent man."

The Swede took a swig of drink and wondered why the guitarist was so uptight about others meeting his band mates. Had something happened? There had to be a reason why he was watching like a hawk.

"You're band dad? I'm the same with my band."

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"Maybe you should have stayed over there with Joey." Davy gave Sven a sour look but it isn't very aggressive.

However, that comment about Ivar had his eyes fixed on Sven. "Devent men don't talk about getting underaged kids drunk on illegal booze."

Truth was that Ivar had dug himself a hole with his words and he was going to have to climb his way back out.

The band dad comment pulled a sigh from the guitarist as he sipped his drink. He just wanted to be left alone.

Sven + Davy cont.

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"We're usually up late too." Davy imagined that was true for most bands. The playing schedule required it since you played later in the evening.

"Do you want to get ready to go?" What else could he say? Davy got up to get on his boots and prepare himself for the harassment that was sure to come when his band saw him drop off the singer.

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"Who isn't? We're rock stars."

Sven managed a small smile but he just wanted to get back to his apartment to think. There wasn't much more to talk about as Sven nodded, getting up and sighing. Fuck it. Why did he have to ruin everything with his ego and mouth? Ivar often told him he did without thinking first.

"Yeah, let's go back to the apartments, sweets."

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"Sam." Davy snorted a laugh while pulling on his boots and texting Joey to say he was on his way.

Davy got his boots on and grabbed his keys. Walking past he gave the end of Sven's hair a tug. "Come on. You take longer than me to get together."

he wanted the friendliness back after the blow up. He could see the disappointment and what not on the Swede's face and wanted him to know things weren't that ruined. They were just making boundaries.

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Sven pulled on his own boots and wondered what Sam was like because he'd not met the drummer yet. Perhaps Ivar had met him because he was with Syn and the others back at the bar last night. The hair tug pulled the Swede out of his thoughts as he slowly smiled at the younger man.

"Yeah---I am right now."

The emotions were still swirling around in Sven's gut as he knew he hadn't totally blown everything tonight. Davy hadn't thrown him out of his house so there was that. The boy just needed time.

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Davy's emotions were a mess too but he was waiting for Sven at the front door so he could lock up once they were both out.

"You take a long time in the shower too." Davy teased a bit because he didn't want to see the singer so down and felt bad because he blamed himself for it. If he was just like everyone else and could sleep around then things would be so much easier on everyone. Davy couldn't bear it though.

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"I get told by my band mates for taking a long time in the shower."

Sven just winked at Davy and felt a little better talking more freely and openly now that some of the air had cleared. The ache was still there but it was fading the more he spoke with Davy and the more he became closer as a friend. Walking to the front door, Sven was ready to head out back to the apartments.

"Everyone is probably still in bed when we get there."

It was early for rock stars.

for Davy

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"You want to see what I've got? Ok, cutie. How about I tie you to this pipe here? It's behind the amp boxes so no one can see. Everyone else is in the bar getting trashed since we're finished for the night."

Sven figured Davy might like it if he got fucked in a public place---or semi public. It was kinky as hell. All the Harlots were drinking with the other bands so they could have some alone time.

Re: for Davy

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Davy stared at the Swede and rolled his eyes. "For someone who writes music you have no creativity."

Davy rolled his eyes. "Give it to me. I'll tie myself up."

Being this public wasn't Davy's idea of fun either so being stuck in one place wasn't ideal.

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"No, you don't. I'm tying you up, you tarty princess."

Sven kissed Davy hungrily, biting his lower lip and then getting the scarf to tie the boy's wrists to the pipe. It might not be the sexiest place but the Swede knew Davy didn't like being seen naked right in the view of others so this place would do.

"I've fucked in alleys before so this is luxury."

The singer wanted to fuck the sass out of the boy.

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Davy loved that hungry kiss and melted into it, greedy for attention, but when Sven took the scarf from Davy the guitarist stepped away.

"You're not tying me to the fucking pipe." This wasn't the usual playful sass. Davy's dead serious and has that tone that says a slap is coming if he isn't heeded. He didn't want tied to a pipe. Sure, he'd let the Swede bind his hands but to be bound somewhere he could be left, and potentially naked, absolutely not. "You have no creativity with this."

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"Alright, babe, have it your way."

Sven held up his hands and decided to let the prissy princess decide where abouts he'd like to get tied up. Davy was no ordinary glam boy and the Swede knew this. Everything about him had to be perfect and just so. Such a fucking tart!

"You decide where you'd like to be tied up, sweets."

The blond shoved his hands into his pants pockets.

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Davy sighed and rolled his eyes at Sven's behavior. "Don't you know anything about hand binding? You don't have to tie people to anything."

Davy chuckled and leaned in to kiss Sven's cheek so he knew the guitarist wasn't mad. "I'll slip the ties if you do it."