rebellisk_tarta | Lights, camera....action!

Lights, camera....action!

Fredrik 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.

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"Yes, it's a spy action film for people who like---lots of action."

Fredrik giggled so hard at the last part he nearly shot his pizza box onto the floor so took another large gulp of drink. Fuck, this was so funny! Erik had gone quiet all of a sudden as he was watching the film as in really watching it. Fredrik watched the other Swede and noticed he was shifting around on the couch slightly and breathing a little faster.

"Are you enjoying the film, Erik?"

The guitarist snapping out of his gaze to look at Fredrik. The boy now getting showered in cum as the older spy cried out and came on his face. Fuck, it was dirty!

"I---well, yes. It's got lots of action."

Mikkel was gone. He had all but curled up on Fredrik's lap fighting giggling fits and hiccups.

"Why are we watching porn together?" Robert asked the two blondes very pointedly, not that he was opposed to Erik's reaction, but not with the other two sitting beside them.

"We thought it would be fun because Mikkel watches it with Ivar. We know Erik likes spy action films too."

Fredrik didn't really have a good answer because it was funny. Erik though---he was definitely hard because he was crossing his legs and had a feint blush on his cheeks. Aw, he liked it! The handcuffs would surely come in handy now.

"Mikkel, should we leave these two to watch the rest of the film alone? Erik is---interested in it."

The last few words causing the bassist to snort more giggles out.

Mikkel nodded but he could see that Robert was having none of their talk.

"We should and we can go find Sigurd." Yes, someone else to harass for sure.

Mikkel reached down and sat the whole bag he brought into Erik's lap with a snorted giggle.

Robert knew what their game was about now so maybe they should leave Erik and Robert alone so they could---play kinky games with each other. Erik was now taking sips of drink and sliding his hand up Robert's thigh.

"We can go and find Dirty Daddy. Erik wants to be fucked."

The bassist spoke the last words quietly so Erik couldn't hear. Erik looked into the bag and giggled. All the toys!

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Mikkel saw the disapproval from the older Brit and bolted, dragging Fredrik along. It was hard to remember sometimes that the Brits were not as open and unconcerned about such things as many of the others were.

"Come on." Mikkel giggled. "I don't need to see Erik naked."

"No we don't. That's Robert's job. Maybe Erik will get tied to the bed and fucked out of his mind."

Fredrik giggled as both boys exited the room and allowed the two older men to get intimate or whatever. The Swede nuzzled into Mikkel's hair as they walked to find Dirty Daddy.

"Where do you think he is?"

Mikkel slid his arm around Fredrik and smiled. He thought about where Sigurd would be.

"It's late. I bet he's being boring and sleeping." It was an option and closer than any of the other options which would mean looking around in the apartments or the strip.

"He might be in his room drinking with Blixt or out at a bar somewhere. If we can't find him maybe we can ask one of the others."

It was worth a shot as to where Sigurd might be right now since it was about 11pm. Most band members were out drinking down at the Strip somewhere. Sigurd sometimes slept in if he was tired.

"If he's boring, sleepy Siggy then we can wake him up."

"He might be." Mikkel headed for the apartment they all three shared to see if they could find Sigurd.

"He always sleeps on his stomach. We should put ice on his back." Mikkel was feeling mischievous and knew quite well that they would get yelled at or maybe even chased around by the Swede.

"Let's check the room first and if he's not there ask someone else."

Fredrik giggled at the suggestion from Mikkel. Ice cubes on his back while he was sleeping naked? Perfect! Of course this might piss grumpy daddy off but it would be totally worth it. Getting to the door of the apartment, Fredrik opened the door and looked inside. It was dark and there were no lights on.

"Maybe he's asleep. Shall I blow a raspberry in his ear if he is?"

The bassist not clapping a hand over his mouth as to not wake the sleeping daddy if he was indeed in the bed.

"Only if you dodge fast." Mikkel did clap his hand over his mouth as he started to giggling.

He went into the apartment quietly and then headed for the bedroom. He was hoping the Swede was in there because he wanted to harass him and play around.

"I can dodge fast. Just watch me."

Fredrik walked up to the bed which was in darkness as he yelled out "DIRTY DADDY!" right where Sigurd would be sleeping if they could actually see. Nothing. No movement at all. Switching on the bedside lamp, Fredrik noticed the bed was still made and no dirty daddy inside.

"Aw, he's not here. Maybe he's out drinking. Shall we ask one of the others where Sigurd is?"

The Swede had an idea as he dashed off into the kitchen area of the room and stuffed some ice cubes from the freezer into a box, which would keep them frozen until they could find Sigurd.

"I've got some ice cubes for shoving down his back or pants once we find him."

"Let me text Bjorn." Which Mikkel started to do while he frowned at the empty room. Maybe the Swede would know where his bassist was.

"You won't get anything in the pants he's wearing today." Mikkel had seen them earlier, ran his hands over them. They were so tight in the ass which was a tease. "I can take Rik's bike. I know he's in for the night."

"Ok, good idea. He'll know and maybe he's out drinking with Sigurd."

Fredrik giggled into Mikkel's hair and couldn't help kissing the Dane just under his earlobe. This was going to be fun! Even if they couldn't get the ice down Sigurd's pants they could get it down his back instead.

"Rik's bike? As long as he's ok with it. Him and Billy are probably asleep somewhere."

The Swede knew the shy Dane wasn't as crazy as some of the others on the tour.

Mikkel sent a text to Bjorn and then went to his bag to grab the keys since he had the spare set.
Where's your bassist, bitch?

"He's still awake. I heard him giggling and squealing when I came up to get things for the movie." Mikkel giggled since he knew exactly what that meant, but maybe they were sleeping by now.

They could head down to the motorcycle while they waited for Bjorn to get back to them.

Bjorn felt his phone vibrating inside the back pocket of his tight leather pants, as he pulled it out and giggled. Fuck! It was brat boy messaging him. What the fuck did he want now?

"Where's your bassist, bitch? Fuck you, brat boy!"

The Swede laughed and then began messaging back over the noise in the club he was currently in. Ulrik was sat with Dee in the corner and Sigurd was at the bar ordering another round of drinks. He began messaging back;

"Fuck you, brat boy! He's here with me, Ulrik and Dee in club by the beach. Big red neon sign of a heeled boot. You bored and want fucked?"

Sticking his tongue out at the phone, Bjorn laughed and wondered what brat wanted.

Mikkel rolled his eyes. He had such a love-hate, or well at least annoyed, relationship with the singer.

Fuck you, too. I'm surprised you answered and aren't bent over the bar by your surly ginger.

He giggled and took Fredrik's hand to head downstairs. He's pretty sure he knows where Bjorn meant, down by Malibu beach.

Bjorn didn't mind hearing from Mikkel because he liked the Dane really, just the attitude rubbed off sometimes on the Swede in the wrong way.

"Not yet, brat boy. Jealous? Maybe your dirty Daddy will do that to you once you get your Danish ass here."

Fredrik squeezed Mikkel's hand as they walked to Rik's bike. Not knowing what was going on between him and Bjorn he was curious.

"Is that Bjorn? Is Sigurd with him?"

Mikkel had to let go of Fredrik's hand to type.

"I'm not jealous of your short, bitchy ass. Shut your trash mouth or I'll sit in your ginger's lap when I get there."

Of course he was annoying the Swede and wouldn't sit in Rekker's lap, though he had crying once but that was different. Once he was done texting he took Fredrik's hand again.

"Yes, so is Ulrik, Dee, Rekker.. maybe some others." Mikkel smiled and went over to straddle the bike. He could respond to any other texts when they were at stop lights.

"No, you fucking won't!"

Bjorn wanted to end the message right there because the Dane's attitude was getting to him. It was so easy to rile up the Swede and cause him to become over-emotional. Fredrik nodded, getting onto Rik's bike behind Mikkel and holding on.

"Rekker is there with Ulrik and Dee? That makes sense. He's probably making sure they are all alright."

LA was a big place and for someone like Bjorn it could often be hostile towards feminine men like himself.

Mikkel texted one more time before they started the trip.

"And you act like there's going to be fucking space? I know your ass will be all over his lap when I get there."

He knew not to push Bjorn too far. Turning, he gave Fredrik a kiss on the cheek before starting the bike up and heading down to the club.

Bjorn had put his phone down to take some drinks from Sigurd, who was handing them out to those that wanted one. Of course he didn't want to start an argument with the young Dane so switched it off for now.

"How do you know which club to go to? Did Bjorn give directions?"

Fredrik held on tight, kissing Mikkel on the back of his neck before giggling.

Mikkel giggled, causing the bike to swerve a little from the tickle. "I auditioned to be a dancer there before."

He knew the sign and finally remembered exactly which one it was. He reached back and tickled Fredrik's side while they headed to the bar. It wouldn't be long before they pulled up and prepared to go inside.

"Who's getting Sigurd with the ice?"

"You did? Well, you're the cutest dancer in the whole world so you're too good for them."

Fredrik giggled and nuzzled into Mikkel's hair as they rode. The wind now whipping through the Swede's fluffy hair making Fredrik push it back a little from his face. Mikkel's question had him laughing.

"How about you go first? We can both get him though if you want."

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