Lights, camera....action!

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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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"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.

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"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.

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"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.

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"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."

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"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."

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?"

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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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.

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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?"

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"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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Mikkel could only grin. "Well, I have the hottest boyfriends in the world."

Mikkel pulled up and turned off the bike. "Alright. Give me the ice."

This was going to be fun even if Sigurd was likely to get pissed.

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"Ok, here you go."

Fredrik pulled out the box containing the ice cubes and handed them to Mikkel. This would be a riot! Maybe Rekker and the others would laugh so much at seeing Dirty Siggy with ice down his back.

"He might be a grump but this is worth it."

The bassist knew Sigurd would get pissed but so what? This would be fun.

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Mikkel took the box and slid it inside of his little jacket. It felt so cold against his side, even through the tee shirt he was wearing. However, he wasn't going to be deterred.

"I'll get him." Mikkel kissed Fredrik's cheek and took his hand to walk into the club. This was going to be amazing.

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Fredrik giggled loudly as he followed Mikkel into the club, wondering where Sigurd would be along with Bjorn and the others. Dirty Daddy was about to get iced!

"I'll have another drink."

Sigurd now sitting on a bar stool speaking to Ulrik, who was currently waiting at the bar to get a round of drinks for everyone. The bassist not knowing that he was about to get iced by Mikkel with Fredrik peeking around a corner somewhere.

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Rekker noticed the boys but said nothing. He was watchful enough to also see the Dane was carrying something and obviously sneaking up on the Swede.

Mikkel was making his way up behind Sigurd. The bar stool was perfect, as was the way he was sitting which bunched up the back of his shirt. The hair was going to be the biggest issue. There was no way to get to his collar without touching his hair.

The Dane made a choice and used his empty hand to push Sigurd's hair aside to kiss his cheek. Once the Swede was distracted and the hair was out of the way he dumped the ice and the bit of ice cold water inside his shirt. Hopefully, as usual, part of the bassist's shirt would be tucked in and trap the ice at his waist.

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Sigurd was oblivious to what was going on with the young blonds plotting things. Fredrik had his hand clamped over his mouth to avoid giggling and giving the game away as Mikkel made his way up behind Sigurd. The Swede felt the Dane close and was about to lean into that kiss when he felt Mikkel move his hair out of the way and---

"Fuck! What the holy FUCK! Shit!---"

The bassist jumped up, gasping and cursing in his own tongue as he felt the freezing, wet ice slide down his back. The little fucking brat! Turning around sharply he then spotted Fredrik coming out to bury his face in Mikkel's hair, laughing wildly.

Oh, of course. The Swede pulled his shirt out of his pants and unbuttoned it, allowing the ice to slip onto the floor with soft splats. His back was soaked with cold water and Sigurd was surprised and pissed.

"Is this a fucking joke?"

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Mikkel sat the bag aside and took Fredrik's hand while giggling. Sigurd looked so pissed when he turned around that it sent the Dane stepping back and bumping into Fredrik. Maybe they shouldn't have done this.

Rekker, sitting nearby, was laughing and called out to the Swede. "Someone needs to cool you off when that one walks in the bar. Not all of them have places for you to sneak off to."

Rekker had no qualms about tormenting the Swede right along with the two young blondes. Mikkel though was worried and glanced between Fredrik and Sigurd. He bit his lip, worrying it with his teeth before speaking. "I .. I didn't think you'd be.. angry."

Surprised, screaming, playfully vengeful was what he had expected. He had assumed he would be turned on and tickled with cold hands after Sigurd fought the ice. Everyone else was doing things like this to each other all the time and Mikkel felt his heart sink a little.

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Fredrik couldn't do anything but snort more giggles into Mikkel's hair because it was so funny to wind up grumpy daddy. But oh---was he really pissed? Fuck. The Swede decided to pull his shirt off his chest so he could use some bar towels to sop up the water. Sigurd looked at Fredrik then back to Mikkel, not angry but more surprised.

"Did you two plan this?"

The bassist now getting his own back on Mikkel grabbing the Dane and tickling him under his arms and kissing his neck at the same time. Fredrik jumped out of the way because he knew Mikkel was very ticklish and limbs were going everywhere.

"Dirty Daddy!"

Fredrik shouted the words as he ducked behind Rekker.

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"No." Mikkel started to grin once he saw the angry look was just a passing feeling. There wasn't any time to say anymore before he was screaming. Fredrik was right to run because Mikkel was soon trying to fight his way free of the tickling.

He tried to squirm, however, high heels and the ice all over the floor wasn't the best combination. Mikkel screamed because he was now slipping and grabbing on to Sigurd to try not to fall.