TFLN and other crazy shit.
Jan. 23rd, 2023 08:29 pm
Name: Fredrik Halvorsson
Age: 22
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Bleached blond
Height: 6'1
Weight: 160lbs
Race: Human
Ethnicity: Swedish
Gender: Soft masculine male
Sexuality: Gay with a preference for soft and masculine men.
Profession:
Bassist for glam metal band Skökorna. (The Harlots)
Distinguishing marks:
Fredrik has a tattoo of a brown bear on his right bicep and a tattoo of a bass guitar on his left bicep.
Pets:
Back home he has a pet Caucasian Shepard dog called Björn which means "Bear" in Swedish.
Abilities/talents:
Fredrik is a skilled bass guitarist as well as being able to play the mandolin, cello, keyboard and Moog synthesizer. He is athletic being skilled in most field sports and loves to run. Fredrik is also good at basic parkour and can perform backflips and general acrobatics. Model painting is something he is good at too with his metal figure army he has back home.
Personality:
Friendly, outgoing, cheeky and mischievous are what most people think when they meet Fredrik. He's a young man who loves to socialise with others, mostly with boys his age but also with older people since he's easy to get on with. He can be immature at times and sometimes naive in decision making. Brash with a sense of humour, Fredrik loves to pull pranks on people but is sensible when the shit gets real. Caring, compassionate and warm are also traits the young man has.
Background:
Fredrik was born in the Swedish city of Lund along with his older brother, Johan. He was a mischievous child even at a young age, often pulling pranks on his brother and parents. His love of music developed at a young age when he and his school friends used to collect magazines from the local store, admiring all the rock stars with their cool clothes and instruments. Fredrik wanted then on to become a bassist after picking up a vinyl of a local rock band. The bass guitar appealed to him because of it's deep notes and rhythm.
By the time he was sixteen Fredrik had a bass guitar and was well on his way to becoming a rock star since he'd started a band with some school friends. The band being known as "The Rockers." They weren't big but just performed at local music venues around the city as well as in Stockholm the capital. Fredrik's rock dream was soon shattered when one of his band mates, Karl, suddenly died in a road traffic accident. The driver was drunk and killed them both in a smash. The Rockers had lost their drummer and also their best friend. It was an awful blow and Fredrik nearly gave up music altogether because he was so traumatised over his band mate's death.
A few months after the accident The Rockers disbanded and then Fredrik was out of a job. At eighteen he desperately wanted to become the bassist he'd always dreamed of. To make it big in the capital and beyond. Just like the rock stars in his magazines. Then one day he was approached by the lead singer of The Harlots who needed a bassist and had scouted out Fredrik for his bass playing skills. Immediately, the young Swede jumped on the chance and became bassist for The Harlots.
Special people:
Brother Johan![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
alskar_musik
Band members:
Sven
Ivar
Hjalmar
Boyfriend: Mikkel Soerenoprorsk_sode
Age: 22
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Bleached blond
Height: 6'1
Weight: 160lbs
Race: Human
Ethnicity: Swedish
Gender: Soft masculine male
Sexuality: Gay with a preference for soft and masculine men.
Profession:
Bassist for glam metal band Skökorna. (The Harlots)
Distinguishing marks:
Fredrik has a tattoo of a brown bear on his right bicep and a tattoo of a bass guitar on his left bicep.
Pets:
Back home he has a pet Caucasian Shepard dog called Björn which means "Bear" in Swedish.
Abilities/talents:
Fredrik is a skilled bass guitarist as well as being able to play the mandolin, cello, keyboard and Moog synthesizer. He is athletic being skilled in most field sports and loves to run. Fredrik is also good at basic parkour and can perform backflips and general acrobatics. Model painting is something he is good at too with his metal figure army he has back home.
Personality:
Friendly, outgoing, cheeky and mischievous are what most people think when they meet Fredrik. He's a young man who loves to socialise with others, mostly with boys his age but also with older people since he's easy to get on with. He can be immature at times and sometimes naive in decision making. Brash with a sense of humour, Fredrik loves to pull pranks on people but is sensible when the shit gets real. Caring, compassionate and warm are also traits the young man has.
Background:
Fredrik was born in the Swedish city of Lund along with his older brother, Johan. He was a mischievous child even at a young age, often pulling pranks on his brother and parents. His love of music developed at a young age when he and his school friends used to collect magazines from the local store, admiring all the rock stars with their cool clothes and instruments. Fredrik wanted then on to become a bassist after picking up a vinyl of a local rock band. The bass guitar appealed to him because of it's deep notes and rhythm.
By the time he was sixteen Fredrik had a bass guitar and was well on his way to becoming a rock star since he'd started a band with some school friends. The band being known as "The Rockers." They weren't big but just performed at local music venues around the city as well as in Stockholm the capital. Fredrik's rock dream was soon shattered when one of his band mates, Karl, suddenly died in a road traffic accident. The driver was drunk and killed them both in a smash. The Rockers had lost their drummer and also their best friend. It was an awful blow and Fredrik nearly gave up music altogether because he was so traumatised over his band mate's death.
A few months after the accident The Rockers disbanded and then Fredrik was out of a job. At eighteen he desperately wanted to become the bassist he'd always dreamed of. To make it big in the capital and beyond. Just like the rock stars in his magazines. Then one day he was approached by the lead singer of The Harlots who needed a bassist and had scouted out Fredrik for his bass playing skills. Immediately, the young Swede jumped on the chance and became bassist for The Harlots.
Special people:
Brother Johan
alskar_musikBand members:
Sven
Ivar
Hjalmar
Boyfriend: Mikkel Soeren
oprorsk_sodeLights, camera....action!
Dec. 25th, 2022 08:44 pmFredrik and Mikkel had rooted through Hunter's adult film collection because they had felt like it. The dirty old fox owning all these cheesy, dirty cliche porn films. But oh! Fredrik was now showing Mikkel a rather special themed one.
"Look! Look what I found! It's a sexy spy porn with a boy and an older man. Let's watch this with Erik and Robert! We can make an evening out of it."
Surely, this would be the best idea because it would be hilarious for Erik and Robert to not know what the film was about. That it was hardcore porn. Erik loved spy films didn't he?
"What do you think?"
The bassist now snorting out giggles while showing Mikkel the back of the film box. It showed a man in his late forties with a younger man suggestively bending over a car. Perfect! Erik and Robert wouldn't know it was a porn film because Fredrik would hide the box cover. They could just assume it was an action film.
"Look! Look what I found! It's a sexy spy porn with a boy and an older man. Let's watch this with Erik and Robert! We can make an evening out of it."
Surely, this would be the best idea because it would be hilarious for Erik and Robert to not know what the film was about. That it was hardcore porn. Erik loved spy films didn't he?
"What do you think?"
The bassist now snorting out giggles while showing Mikkel the back of the film box. It showed a man in his late forties with a younger man suggestively bending over a car. Perfect! Erik and Robert wouldn't know it was a porn film because Fredrik would hide the box cover. They could just assume it was an action film.
Prompts:
- Hugging them as they're crying.
- Taking their hand as they're about to hear bad news.
- Pulling the blanket back over them as they shiver in their sleep.
- Sharing an umbrella in the rain.
- Looking at one another in times of doubt for reassurance.
- Looking at one another in times of happiness to share smiles.
- Carrying them piggyback-style because they rolled their ankle.
- Using fabric to try and stop their gash from bleeding so much.
- Softly placing a hand on their chest to feel their heartbeat.
- Going with them to the store to make sure that they get everything on their list.
- Giving them a cold rag to put on their head because they have a migraine.
- Grabbing their shoulder to stop them from doing something they would regret.
- Lightly kissing their scars.
- Making them a friendship bracelet.
- Helping them change clothes when they're unable to by themselves.
- Washing the dishes when they feel too bad to do it.
- Saving the last piece of their favorite candy for them.
- Cuddling in bed for longer than usual because it's obvious that they need it.
- Offering a hand to help them up after they've fallen.
- Saving their life.
- Doing something unpleasant because they want to/like it.
- Watering their plants when they forget to.
- Brushing a stray strand of hair out of their eyes.
- Shielding their view from something scary.
- Buying them something that they've wanted for forever.
- Buying and wearing matching rings.
- Bringing an extra jacket for them because even though they deny it, you know they'll certainly end up getting cold later.
- Laughing at their jokes, even if they aren't that funny.
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>Leaving flowers at their grave.<> - Performing CPR when they stop breathing.
- Hurriedly checking for their pulse.
- Giving them ice cream when it's too hot out.
- Smiling at them, simply in hopes that they will smile back.
- Playing with their hair to calm them down.
- Pressing small kisses all over their body because they're beautiful.
- Letting them lay across your lap to read.
- Leaving when you know that your presence hurts them too much.
- Making them something special for their birthday.
- Drawing/painting them.
- Voluntarily doing their chores.
- Reading a book/watching a movie/playing a game that they suggested.
- Writing them a poem.
- Bringing them their favorite tea when they have a sore throat.
- Washing their hair for them when they can't.
- Wiping something off of their face that they don't realize is there.
- Giving them little head pats.
- Using your body to shield them from the wind.
- Using your body to shield them from attack.
- Carrying their lifeless body back home because they didn't make it and the others deserve to know.
- Taking them on a surprise date.
- Writing them little sticky notes and putting them in random places.
- Noticing that their lips are dry and then putting chapstick on their lips for them.
- Gifting them something that's been in your family for years and means a lot to you.
- Absently humming their favorite song when doing chores.
- Singing them a lullaby when they can't sleep.
- Playing their favorite album/CD when on a long road trip just so you can see them effortlessly scream-singing to the lyrics.
- Making sure that they aren't alone when you know they need someone.
- Ordering their favorite fast food when they don't feel like cooking.
- Letting them into a safe space that only you've known about.
- Letting them see the sides of you that you're too nervous to show others, and mostly without realizing you've done it.
- Dreaming about them frequently.
- Day-dreaming about them frequently.
- Bringing them coffee when you know they didn't sleep well.
- Holding them in your arms as their life starts to fade away.
- Packing a pillow for long car rides because you know they're going to fall asleep and they'll hurt their neck otherwise.
- Guiding them away from a situation that makes them uncomfortable.
- Sitting next to them when they don't know anyone else around them.
- Dancing with them.
- Taking them to the hospital, even if they're being stubborn and insist that they're really fine because you can tell when they aren't.
- Fixing their tie/zipping up the back of their dress/adjusting a piece of their clothing.
- Waking up and just laying in bed, admiring how calm and cute they look when they're sleeping in your arms.
- Giving them little nose kisses.
- Getting lost in each other's eyes.
- Learning to play their favorite song on an instrument.
- Painting their fingernails because their hands are too shaky.
- Painting your fingernails to match theirs.
- Writing a song about them.
- Surprising them with unexpected visits.
- Staying by their side when they've been hospitalized.
- Teaching them how to do something they've always wanted to learn.
- Learning more about their culture/heritage to try and educate yourself on what things have been like for them.
- Learning their native language (if you don't know it) so that you can speak with their friends and family.
- Forgiving them when they've hurt you, even if it's hard to do.
- Inviting them to go out with you and your friends.
- Inviting them out when they're lonely.
- Having patience with them, even when it's difficult to understand their actions.
- Doing things to better yourself because they make you want to change for the better.
- Guiding them through a panic attack.
- Listening as they rant about something that bothered them.
- Listening as they rant about something they're currently obsessed with.
- Getting matching tattoos.
- Cutting their hair for them.
- Listening to their favorite music artist to try and better understand what type of music they like.
- Making them a playlist.
- Sending them songs that remind you of them.
- Sending them songs that you think they would like.
- Changing your perspective on something because they explained why they believed the way that they did.
- Disagreeing with them, but being able to do so respectfully.
- Starting a family with them.
- Believing in them when everyone else doesn't.
- Yearning for them when they aren't around.
Friends Unite against Pigs
May. 14th, 2022 02:30 pmThe intimacy of ordering food and “shall we share it?”
Fredrik was in the line at the local booze store waiting to be served. He had four bottles of vodka in his shopping basket and couldn't help but notice the stares coming from behind him. It was a large burly man who kept his eyes fixed on the glam bassist in front of him, offering the boy menacing glances. Mikkel was next door in the grocery store getting some food so they could share it. Hot takeaway burgers and maybe some fries.
"Move along, girly. I think you're next. Stupid punk kid with long hair. Why don't you fucking chop that shit off since you're supposed to be a boy. Are you? You can't tell with you lot sometimes. Fucking queer bitches."
The Swede frowned as he heard the man's words rasped behind his neck, way too close for comfort as he span around pissed off wanting to tell this jerk to fuck off. How dare he. This fucking fat asshole needed to learn some manners!
"Fuck off, fet mage. "Fat belly." Why don't you leave people like me alone and go on a diet. You are a fat pig."
Paying for his booze and ignoring the fat bastard behind him, Fredrik was about to walk out the door when he felt his hair being pulled from the back. What the hell? Fuck! He tried to get free but couldn't since the fat bastard had him by his long blond hair.
"Fucking brat! No one talks to me like that especially not some fucking immigrant bitch like you. Foreign bastard punk. Why don't you cry to mummy?"
Fredrik aimed a punch at the guy's face but it was hard when your hair was being yanked back. Ouch! Fuck this! The Swede was beginning to panic a little as he'd never been abused in public like this by some fat fuck of an ignorant American.
"Let me go! How about I get the cops on your big fat ass? Fuck you---"
The Swede swore in his own language and then could see the outline of a pair of long legs entering the booze store. Mikkel. Fredrik aimed a vicious kick behind but could only hear the fat man laughing as he tugged harder, enjoying hurting the Swede.
Fredrik was in the line at the local booze store waiting to be served. He had four bottles of vodka in his shopping basket and couldn't help but notice the stares coming from behind him. It was a large burly man who kept his eyes fixed on the glam bassist in front of him, offering the boy menacing glances. Mikkel was next door in the grocery store getting some food so they could share it. Hot takeaway burgers and maybe some fries.
"Move along, girly. I think you're next. Stupid punk kid with long hair. Why don't you fucking chop that shit off since you're supposed to be a boy. Are you? You can't tell with you lot sometimes. Fucking queer bitches."
The Swede frowned as he heard the man's words rasped behind his neck, way too close for comfort as he span around pissed off wanting to tell this jerk to fuck off. How dare he. This fucking fat asshole needed to learn some manners!
"Fuck off, fet mage. "Fat belly." Why don't you leave people like me alone and go on a diet. You are a fat pig."
Paying for his booze and ignoring the fat bastard behind him, Fredrik was about to walk out the door when he felt his hair being pulled from the back. What the hell? Fuck! He tried to get free but couldn't since the fat bastard had him by his long blond hair.
"Fucking brat! No one talks to me like that especially not some fucking immigrant bitch like you. Foreign bastard punk. Why don't you cry to mummy?"
Fredrik aimed a punch at the guy's face but it was hard when your hair was being yanked back. Ouch! Fuck this! The Swede was beginning to panic a little as he'd never been abused in public like this by some fat fuck of an ignorant American.
"Let me go! How about I get the cops on your big fat ass? Fuck you---"
The Swede swore in his own language and then could see the outline of a pair of long legs entering the booze store. Mikkel. Fredrik aimed a vicious kick behind but could only hear the fat man laughing as he tugged harder, enjoying hurting the Swede.
Platonic Intimate Prompts
May. 11th, 2022 07:20 pmThe intimacy of answering the phone “Hey you.”
The intimacy of stopping to wait when someone needs to tie their shoe.
The intimacy of knowing when someone’s voice is thick with worry or sleep.
The intimacy of singing (badly) with someone in the car.
The intimacy of huddling together under a shelter/umbrella.
The intimacy of instantly recognising someone’s handwriting.
The intimacy of trying to make plans and, “Oh no we can’t, you’re working that day.”
The intimacy of matching your pace to theirs as you walk.
The intimacy of being there for someone as they cry.
The intimacy of “How did you know that?” “Because I know you.”
The intimacy of feeling someone’s warmth through their clothes when you hug.
The intimacy of being given change that’s warm from the heat of someone else’s hand.
The intimacy of shared, comfortable silence.
The intimacy of knowing how someone would react.
The intimacy of keeping the radio off when someone falls asleep on a long car journey.
The intimacy of sharing one earbud each.
The intimacy of noticing someone’s nervous habits.
The intimacy of “I had a dream about you.”
The intimacy of inside jokes.
The intimacy of feeding someone food as they drive (or really any other time).
The intimacy of knowing just how someone likes their tea/coffee.
The intimacy of trying something new together and having no idea what you’re doing; the shared hesitancy.
The intimacy of someone saying “Text me when you’re home safe.”
The intimacy of someone falling asleep next to you. On your shoulder. In your company.
The intimacy of sharing secrets in the nighttime, because 3am will never tell.
The intimacy of someone’s pet recognising you and coming over to say hello.
The intimacy of “This made me think of you.”
The intimacy of borrowing a jacket still warm from their body heat.
The intimacy of seeing someone’s unfocused eyes when they first wake up.
The intimacy of ordering food and “shall we share it?”
The intimacy of someone sharing the meaning behind their tattoos.
The intimacy of just looking at someone and dissolving into laughter together.
The intimacy of stopping to wait when someone needs to tie their shoe.
The intimacy of knowing when someone’s voice is thick with worry or sleep.
The intimacy of singing (badly) with someone in the car.
The intimacy of huddling together under a shelter/umbrella.
The intimacy of instantly recognising someone’s handwriting.
The intimacy of trying to make plans and, “Oh no we can’t, you’re working that day.”
The intimacy of matching your pace to theirs as you walk.
The intimacy of being there for someone as they cry.
The intimacy of “How did you know that?” “Because I know you.”
The intimacy of feeling someone’s warmth through their clothes when you hug.
The intimacy of being given change that’s warm from the heat of someone else’s hand.
The intimacy of shared, comfortable silence.
The intimacy of knowing how someone would react.
The intimacy of keeping the radio off when someone falls asleep on a long car journey.
The intimacy of sharing one earbud each.
The intimacy of noticing someone’s nervous habits.
The intimacy of “I had a dream about you.”
The intimacy of inside jokes.
The intimacy of feeding someone food as they drive (or really any other time).
The intimacy of knowing just how someone likes their tea/coffee.
The intimacy of trying something new together and having no idea what you’re doing; the shared hesitancy.
The intimacy of someone saying “Text me when you’re home safe.”
The intimacy of someone falling asleep next to you. On your shoulder. In your company.
The intimacy of sharing secrets in the nighttime, because 3am will never tell.
The intimacy of someone’s pet recognising you and coming over to say hello.
The intimacy of “This made me think of you.”
The intimacy of borrowing a jacket still warm from their body heat.
The intimacy of seeing someone’s unfocused eyes when they first wake up.
The intimacy of ordering food and “shall we share it?”
The intimacy of someone sharing the meaning behind their tattoos.
The intimacy of just looking at someone and dissolving into laughter together.
Best Friends
May. 7th, 2022 07:49 pmFor the prompt 101 Ways to Say I Love You: 74; "I saw that you were almost out of shampoo, so I went and got some for you."
There was a loud scream then a giggled followed by some laughter down the corridor of the hotel the bands were staying at. Of course. Fredrik was now running down the corridor completely naked carrying a bottle of shampoo. The screaming was now more like high pitched shouting as Gilly appeared outside of his room with his hands on his hips wearing pink panties. Hunter behind him drunk and giggling because Erik was now beckoning Fredrik down the corridor to get into the empty room at the end of the long corridor.
A prank.
Erik daring a drunk naked Fredrik to grab some of Gilly's shampoo. It was a riot as Hunter was now snatching the annoyed tart back into the room, kissing him to make him better. It was a prank and Gilly was pissed off Fredrik had barged into their room and stole a bottle of his shampoo. How dare he!
"Did you get it?"
Erik now seeing what bottle Fredrik had snatched. The drunk naked blond just giggling and getting his breath back from running from Hunter and Gilly's room. Mikkel would surely love this one.
"Mikkel will like this shampoo. The tart has loads of it so he won't miss any. Good one for setting this prank up."
Nodding, the dark-haired Swede gave Fredrik a hug before going to find Robert. What a night! Time to surprise Mikkel with the rather posh shampoo he'd "borrowed" from the tart and Hunter. It was all good fun because Gilly had been a tarty little bitch at breakfast the day before complaining that his toast was too cold. What a tart! Fredrik found Mikkel's room and pushed the door open, knowing the Dane was alone because he had been drinking with Ansgar but then he'd seen Ansgar leave to find Torden. So, Mikkel should be alone...
"Hej, Mikkel! I got you something."
The Swede walking into the room still naked because who cared? Others walked around naked in the hotel like Aarne and a few of the others. Mikkel looked up from drinking and immediately hugged Fredrik; the Dane stinking of Mule, obviously drunk too.
"What have you got for me?"
Mikkel frowned a little and then giggled when Fredrik thrust the fancy shampoo bottle at him near hitting his nose in the process. The Dane looked at the bottle and then unscrewed the cap taking a sniff. It was quite a nice scent, not too floral since Mikkel didn't like Sigurd wearing floral scents in the shower. This would be perfect. Would Fredrik share a shower with him so he could try it out? Just two naked boys having playful fun in the shower. Nothing sexual.
"I borrowed it from the tart and Hunter's room. Erik helped! Gilly was pissed but it was so fucking hilarious."
Fredrik poured himself a drink and slumped down onto the couch. He didn't care that he might have kicked up shit with the tart but sometimes payback felt good. At least Tom or Robert hadn't yelled down the corridor at him. What was the time anyway? It must be near 1 am at least.
"You're a fucking cheeky bastard, Fredrik. But I love you."
Mikkel giggled and then slipped onto his friend's lap, tipping out some of the shampoo onto his palm, playfully lathering some on top of Fredrik's head.
"--hey! We're not in the shower yet! The reason I got it was because I knew you were running low on shampoo so I got you some more."
Fredrik giggling back, kissing Mikkel on the cheek before getting some of the shampoo from the bottle himself, smearing it onto the Dane's cheek. This was fun! Whatever next. A shampoo fight? The Dane was near naked himself dressed in only underwear, which would soon come off the way the two boys were carrying on.
"Shower time? Let's try the shampoo out!"
Mikkel giggled, nodding, jumping off Fredrik and heading into the shower, near running, turning on the water and blushing a little. This would be fun.
There was a loud scream then a giggled followed by some laughter down the corridor of the hotel the bands were staying at. Of course. Fredrik was now running down the corridor completely naked carrying a bottle of shampoo. The screaming was now more like high pitched shouting as Gilly appeared outside of his room with his hands on his hips wearing pink panties. Hunter behind him drunk and giggling because Erik was now beckoning Fredrik down the corridor to get into the empty room at the end of the long corridor.
A prank.
Erik daring a drunk naked Fredrik to grab some of Gilly's shampoo. It was a riot as Hunter was now snatching the annoyed tart back into the room, kissing him to make him better. It was a prank and Gilly was pissed off Fredrik had barged into their room and stole a bottle of his shampoo. How dare he!
"Did you get it?"
Erik now seeing what bottle Fredrik had snatched. The drunk naked blond just giggling and getting his breath back from running from Hunter and Gilly's room. Mikkel would surely love this one.
"Mikkel will like this shampoo. The tart has loads of it so he won't miss any. Good one for setting this prank up."
Nodding, the dark-haired Swede gave Fredrik a hug before going to find Robert. What a night! Time to surprise Mikkel with the rather posh shampoo he'd "borrowed" from the tart and Hunter. It was all good fun because Gilly had been a tarty little bitch at breakfast the day before complaining that his toast was too cold. What a tart! Fredrik found Mikkel's room and pushed the door open, knowing the Dane was alone because he had been drinking with Ansgar but then he'd seen Ansgar leave to find Torden. So, Mikkel should be alone...
"Hej, Mikkel! I got you something."
The Swede walking into the room still naked because who cared? Others walked around naked in the hotel like Aarne and a few of the others. Mikkel looked up from drinking and immediately hugged Fredrik; the Dane stinking of Mule, obviously drunk too.
"What have you got for me?"
Mikkel frowned a little and then giggled when Fredrik thrust the fancy shampoo bottle at him near hitting his nose in the process. The Dane looked at the bottle and then unscrewed the cap taking a sniff. It was quite a nice scent, not too floral since Mikkel didn't like Sigurd wearing floral scents in the shower. This would be perfect. Would Fredrik share a shower with him so he could try it out? Just two naked boys having playful fun in the shower. Nothing sexual.
"I borrowed it from the tart and Hunter's room. Erik helped! Gilly was pissed but it was so fucking hilarious."
Fredrik poured himself a drink and slumped down onto the couch. He didn't care that he might have kicked up shit with the tart but sometimes payback felt good. At least Tom or Robert hadn't yelled down the corridor at him. What was the time anyway? It must be near 1 am at least.
"You're a fucking cheeky bastard, Fredrik. But I love you."
Mikkel giggled and then slipped onto his friend's lap, tipping out some of the shampoo onto his palm, playfully lathering some on top of Fredrik's head.
"--hey! We're not in the shower yet! The reason I got it was because I knew you were running low on shampoo so I got you some more."
Fredrik giggling back, kissing Mikkel on the cheek before getting some of the shampoo from the bottle himself, smearing it onto the Dane's cheek. This was fun! Whatever next. A shampoo fight? The Dane was near naked himself dressed in only underwear, which would soon come off the way the two boys were carrying on.
"Shower time? Let's try the shampoo out!"
Mikkel giggled, nodding, jumping off Fredrik and heading into the shower, near running, turning on the water and blushing a little. This would be fun.
