rebellisk_tarta | Friends Unite against Pigs

Friends Unite against Pigs

The 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.

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"Ok, we can do that. I'm fine but are you ok? That fucking pig deserved a kick and pepper spraying. I will thank Damien later for spooking that asshole off."

Fredrik was ok, not too bad since he'd dealt with fuckheads like that before. Mikkel, however, looked worse off. The Swede squeezing his friend's hand as they walked back to the hotel with their bags of food and drink.

"My hair is fine. The pig was probably jealous of mine. We can get smashed and eat our food once we get back."

At least they'd be safe with more band members around. Robert and Tom too.

Mikkel nodded and leaned his head against Fredrik's shoulder while they walked. He wasn't ok but he didn't want his friend worrying about it either. "A guy at the one club did something like this to me a few weeks ago."

It was all he said because he felt fearful that he would get hurt again. "The hotel has a big balcony we could eat on." He tried to smile but the events had shaken him up some. He used his free hand to pull out a cigarette and light it because he's unwilling to let go of Fredrik's hand.

"He did? Fuck. That's rough, Mikkel. Does dirty daddy know about this or are you afraid he'll get too angry and smash the place up?"

Fredrik knew of Sigurd's temper and understood that he didn't take things like this very well at all. Bjorn had spoken of how angry the Swede bassist got when riled up. Perhaps Mikkel was doing the best thing by not telling his dirty daddy.

"Yeah, we can eat on the balcony."

The Swede kissed Mikkel's shoulder as they walked, watching the young Dane light up. Maybe he did what Sigurd did when stressed and just smoked and drank more.

"Can I smoke too? I left my packet back at the hotel and I think Ivar used them up."

"The guy was after me all night." Mikkel mentioned it and it felt good to talk to someone who wouldn't get as angry as Sigurd. "I called Sigurd to come pick me up but the guy got ahold of me. Sigurd beat him."

Mikkel offered Fredrik his pack of cigarettes and Zippo. "We can share."

And they did share pretty much everything.

"Fuck, he was? That's shit, Mikkel. If I was there I'd punch him or shove him into some other men so that they punched him."

Fredrik squeezed his friend's hand and was sorry he had such a rough night with some asshole pestering him. At least Sigurd smashed his face in by the sounds of it. Dirty daddy rage.

"Sharing is fun. Thanks."

The Swede took a smoke and lit it with the Zippo.

"I have to be careful so people don't follow me."

Mikkel squeezed Fredrik's hand and leaned into Fredrik.

"I'll always share with you." Mikkel kissed his cheek before opening the door to let the Swede into the hotel lobby.

"I've had that before with a few groupies chasing me and following me, forcing me to give them autographs and stuff. They were being pushy and rude while one of them grabbed my hair and nearly pulled me to the floor. It was horrible."

Some groupies were assholes.

"If anyone tries to follow you from the club I'll beat them up for you."

Fredrik was a fierce frenzies fighter when angry. Not as violent or strong as Sigurd but he'd defend his friend.

"I wish it was just autographs." Mikkel sighed. "They usually want sex and I'd get.. I don't know if they found out I wasn't a girl."

He didn't want to think about it. So instead he turned to what they were about to do together. "What booze did you get? Rekker helped me find a Danish place here. Have you ever had Danish food?"

"No, I won't let them! They won't abuse you or---anything like that because you're my friend."

Fredrik was now frowning, angry and upset at the same time hearing such horrible tales about what dancers had to endure. Poor Mikkel. No one would find out he was a boy because Sigurd would protect him too. Fredrik believed in this.

"I bought four bottles of vodka from different countries. Some Eastern European, some Russian, some American and some Swedish. I've never eaten Danish food before."

"I am used to protecting myself."

Mikkel was strong even if he knew he couldn't always. He started toward the elevators with the other Blonde. "It's different than Swedish I think. I've never had Swedish food either."

"Yes, but you have me and others that will help protect you now too, Mikkel. Don't be alone."

Fredrik pulled Mikkel in for a quick hug, holding the taller boy close as he slowly let go, offering a friendly smile. He loved the Dane and wouldn't let anyone hurt him. Stroking his friend's hand with his own, Fredrik then punched the button pad on the elevator to get it moving.

"You might like meatballs. That's a staple in our country."

"I'm not alone but people here treat me like I'm a kid that needs protected, and I don't."

Mikkel hated being treated like he was helpless. Sigurd did that enough to make up for everyone else. He leaned into the hug and squeezed Fredrik tightly.

"We have meatballs but potatoes, pork and rye bread are staples in Denmark."

"I don't mean to treat you like a kid because we have fun and I know you are strong on your own too. Just friends look after each other."

Fredrik squeezed Mikkel's hand and hoped he wasn't coming across like Sigurd with his over defensive qualities. The young Swede loved his friend and just wanted to be there for him.

"That sounds tasty."

"I'll take care of you."

Mikkel wrapped his fingers into Fredrik's. Despite being younger, Mikkel was the one who took care of others. It was a hard habit to break after so many years taking care of Rik when they lived together.

"We could bother Torden to cook sometime." It was probable some of the other Danes could cook too but Mikkel had memories of Torden cooking for him when he was younger.

"Thanks. We can take care of each other like best friends should. You're more than that though---a soul mate? That sounds right."

Fredrik wrapped his arms around Mikkel's waist and gave the Dane a long hug, just enjoying being close to his friend after the incident with that fat pig at the booze store.

"Torden won't mind? It could be fun with us learning to cook with him!"

The young Swede giggling, kissing Mikkel's cheek.

Mikkel nodded and wrapped his arms around Fredrik's neck to pull him in. Nuzzling in the Swede's neck and cheek felt good after nearly being attacked. "I love you."

He did in a way. It was so much more than friend or family, but not what he felt for Sigurd. Soulmate did feel right.

"Torden likes to take care of people." Mikkel knew that it made the older Dane happy to look after those around him. He kissed Fredrik's neck and linger a little longer in the hug before taking his hand again so they could find somewhere to have their picnic.

"I love you too, Mikkel. You're a cute Danish bun."

Fredrik giggled and then popped Mikkel on the nose with his fingertip just as the elevator reached the top floor. Soul mates sounded right and the bassist loved having the Dane around for fun crazy times.

"He takes care of Hjalmar which really helps because we all know he's got a drink problem. Sven tries talking sense into him but he's a stubborn drunk bastard. Doesn't listen to anyone. Maybe Torden can make him see what he's doing to himself."

Fredrik was worried that Hjalmar would end up seriously hurting himself if he fell over drunk or something worse. The balcony picnic sounded so good right now.

"I'm not the only one with cute buns." Mikkel giggled, flirting, and patting Fredrik's backside. He loved how they interacted, the closeness and affection.

"Torden helped my brother after.. after he was let out of prison." Mikkel swallowed hard. "Rik's father blamed Ansgar for the beatings and he went to jail and almost died." Mikkel's hand shook where he was holding on to Fredrik's with a death grip. He didn't talk much about what happened to his brother, not ever.

"Cute buns? We should eat hotdogs in buns one day. Billy and Ronno say this Denny's restaurant does good ones here."

Of course Fredrik had heard the tales about Denny's and the sausages they did there. Ollie didn't like Denny's because he'd found that out from Hans. American food could be cheap and tacky but Fredrik hadn't eaten enough to make a judgement.

"I'm sorry---that fucking sucks like shit. Poor Ansgar. I----I'm here for you, Mikkel."

The bassist frowning and then kissing Mikkel's hands.

"It's ok." Mikkel shrugged about the food at Denny's. "There was something Dee brought once that was really good."

Mikkel had no idea really that it was Mexican food or what it was called but he liked it a lot. As they walked toward the room Mikkel leaned into Fredrik's shoulder. "The other prisoners stabbed him because they said he beat and abused young boys."

Mikkel sighed heavily and knew talking would help but it was so hard. It hurt so much. "All the things Rik's father blamed him for is why he drinks so much. He doesn't talk about it at all, even to Torden." The Dane took a deep breath. "If anyone can help Hjalmar, Torden can."

"They stabbed him because they thought that? Bullshit. Ansgar would never abuse any boys or anyone. Fuck. We don't have to think about that now, Mikkel. Ansgar is safe with us here and that bastard father won't hurt you anymore."

Fredrik pulled Mikkel in for a hug and stroked his hair. He knew Sigurd could probably help better with this but the young Swede was here for his friend. So much trauma though for such young men. It wasn't right.

"Yeah, I'm sure Torden will. He is such a cute man. Not as cute as you though."

The bassist nuzzled into Mikkel's neck before yanking his hand pulling the dancer out of the elevator shaft and towards the balcony room.

"Back home they think my brother did a lot of things he didn't. That's why he had to leave and go to Germany." Mikkel didn't know if he wanted to talk or not but this was something he definitely couldn't talk to Sigurd about. He was afraid of what Sigurd might do sometimes if he found out everything he went through. Fredrik was easier to talk to.

"Torden is sweet and really sexy." Mikkel giggled from the nuzzling. "I've seen him naked before and he's... uh.. well, there's a reason Lars screams so much." Mikkel started laughing, cheeks red, as he followed Fredrik.

"Poor Ansgar. That's just not fair for him. At least he got away from that shitshow back in Denmark."

Fredrik didn't know what else to say so just clung to his friend as they walked through the hotel. A snorted giggle slipped from the Swede's lips at Mikkel's description of Torden.

"You mean he's got a big cock? No wonder Lars loves it in bed. Hjalmar probably does too even though he's too drunk to talk about it most times. Is it bigger than Sigurd's though? Or mine?"

Fredrik laughing because being open with Mikkel was fun.

"We all are now."

And he was glad for that. However, Fredrik's question startled the Dane to silence as he went bright red and giggled nervously.

"Uh.. I don't think I've ever seen you hard." Mikkel felt embarrassed and his cheeks started burning. "Umm... I think Torden might be a little longer but Sigurd has more girth, I think. I..." Mikkel started giggling. "I used to want to be with Torden. I had a crush on him when I was 11 or 12."

He smiled and shook his head. "I don't think Torden has sex when people are drunk out of their mind. He never has with my brother and they've been together a long time."

Edited 2022-06-17 21:19 (UTC)

"Yeah, you are. I've never been hard with you, no. Uh----just not with you because you're my cuddle friend! It would be a bit strange and I don't, well I don't want sex with you."

Fredrik hugged Mikkel and tried to tell the Dane the best way he could without getting too embarrassed or snorting out in giggles. He still loved Mikkel just a different love than with someone like an intimate lover.

"More....girth?"

Now the bassist was snorting out in giggles, smirking because it was becoming a dirty conversation. How big the band members cocks were. Why not? It was fun!

"I wonder who's got the biggest cock out of all the band members here."

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