Lights, camera....action!

[rebellisk_tarta]

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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[oprorsk_sode]

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.

[basmastare]

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.

[basmastare]

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?"

[oprorsk_sode]

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.

[basmastare]

Sigurd wasn't about to give up getting brat back for putting ice down his shirt. That little bastard! Him and Fredrik both. The Swede knew Fredrik was involved because he was laughing behind Rekker's back, using the ginger as a shield.

"That ice was fucking cold, you brat!"

Never mind Sigurd now being shirtless at the bar with Bjorn screaming and laughing at the tickling episode.

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Mikkel grabbed on to Sigurd as he fell down from slipping on the ice. He couldn't stop laughing and screaming.

Rekker glanced at the blonde behind him and laughed. "If he comes for you next, I'm tossing you out of there."

The two young blondes were often enough around him so he was used to this kind of behavior. He knew, especially the Danes, saw him as someone safe after what happened with Rik's uncle. He didn't mind but he wasn't going to get involved in this.

Once on the floor, Mikkel tried to pull Sigurd to the floor too.

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Sigurd tried his best to avoid slipping around on the wet ice beneath his own heels but failed, feeling brat tug him down to the floor with him.

"Fuck!---"

Fredrik started snorting out giggles, making his face all red as he watched the older Swede slip down to Mikkel's level. They were both on the floor and looked a mess. Sigurd pushed his dark hair back from his face as he kissed Mikkel on the lips. Who cared what they looked like.

"You cheeky brat."

Maybe he needed this kind of chaos in his life because a lot of people said he was far too serious and needed to lighten up. Dating an eighteen year old would do this to a man.

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Mikkel was back to laughing. As Sigurd kissed him, Mikkel climbed on top of the Swede, straddling his lap. All of the Dane's worry from early was gone.

"You deserve it." Mikkel leaned in and kissed the Swede. Half wet and half dressed on the floor was pretty sexy.

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"Maybe. You deserve being tickled too, you cheeky little bastard."

Sigurd was smiling as the Dane climbed onto his lap. What else could he do? Fredrik came out from behind Rekker and blew onto the back of Mikkel's neck. This was totally worth it! Bjorn climbed into Rekker's lap and kissed the ginger on the lips before sipping on his cocktail.

"What were you and Fredrik doing before you got here?"

Sigurd's question got Fredrik giggling cheekily.

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"I'm not the sourpuss that needs to laugh more." Mikkel barely got the words out before screaming from the breath on his neck. It had him squirming around in Sigurd's lap while trying to both push Fredrik away from his neck and pull him down on the floor.

Rekker was just watching the chaos as he slipped an arm around Bjorn's waist and kissed his neck.

"Watching a movie with Erik and Robert." Which instantly had the Dane giggling.

[basmastare]

"I'm not a fucking sourpuss you brat."

Sigurd just shook his head laughing while messing the Dane's blond hair up slightly. Fredrik now hopping up onto a bar stool to order some drinks to be brought over. He was thirsty from fooling around.

"What sort of movie?"

The older Swede wondering what sort of trouble Fredrik and Mikkel were getting into with Erik and Robert.

[oprorsk_sode]

"Do you listen to yourself? Sourpuss." Mikkel started laughing. He's grateful for the drink and kisses Fredrik's cheek as he takes it.

"It was a spy movie that Fredrik found." That was true enough even if he left out the part about it being a porn.

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"Brat."

Sigurd said the word loudly and then leaned up to kiss the Dane on the chin. The older Swede now needing a drink himself after being iced by two cheeky young boys. Didn't Erik like spy movies? Sigurd had heard the guitarist liked spies and Robert dressing as one. Fredrik suddenly giggled into his drink because the film had been amusing.

"It was a cheesy spy porno so Erik and Robert could have fun together oh---and we brought a bag of toys so they could get kinky."

Bjorn immediately screamed out laughter because that was fucking hilarious!

[oprorsk_sode]

Mikkel let Sigurd sit up even if he was still straddling his lap. "Bastard,"

Rekker started to laugh. "You gave my brother sex toys?"

Oh, he was going to have to harass Robert about this later. Mikkel was grinning. "We borrowed them from Hunter."

Well, borrowed without asking but still.. they were borrowed.

[rebellisk_tarta]

"Yeah, we got them from Hunter's stash. They're clean and everything! We thought Erik could be handcuffed up like the boy in the porno."

Sigurd just rolled his eyes at the boys' escapades with Hunter's porn movies and toys. No doubt Erik would appreciate it even if Robert didn't like the toys or the porno. Ivar watched shitty porn with brat, didn't he?

"It was fun. We had food, drink and tried to hide the box cover from them both."

It worked up until a point.

[oprorsk_sode]

Mikkel glanced over at the two sitting in the booth and giggled "Maybe we should get some for Bjorn too?"

Hunter had a whole mess of them. He had plenty to share. Mikkel though knew it wasn't for him, not after how he reacted to being pinned.

"I did a good job at hiding them."

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"I don't need porn, babe. My whole life with Rekker is one huge fucking porno!"

The trash singer now squealing and laughing while downing his drink in one and kissing Rekker on the lips, biting the Brit's lower lip. Total trash. Fredrik smirked and sipped at his drink while watching what was going on.

"Hunter has shit loads of porn. I reckon he shoves it all under his bed because his closet is full of clothes."

Fredrik agreed with Bjorn's words, wondering just how many items of clothing the diva singer had.

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"I meant handcuffs." Mikkel shook his head at Bjorn. "We know all about your porn life. You're like Mick, as soon as you get booze you start saying everything."

Not that Mikkel didn't do that too sometimes, especially with Fredrik.

"He has more clothing in his dresser than I've owned in my entire life." It was so much. The Dane wondered how he even kept track of all of it.

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"Oh! The handcuffs---ok, babe. I get you now."

Bjorn glanced at Rekker, tugging on a few strands of ginger hair, giggling girlishly. Would the Brit even be up for that? The Swede guessed he would if he was feeling in a kinky mood. When wasn't he?

"Ronno says loads of dirty stuff when he's pissed up on Mule. At least I don't strip my clothes off! Aarne has to carry him back to Ziggy."

Bjorn had seen it happen many times.

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Rkker wasn't into a lot of the kinkier things, certainly not many sex toys in the sense the boys were talking. He got really close to Bjorn's ear and whispered. "I bet you'd look good in them."

Though, Rekker was not opposed to being the one in them either. He couldn't guarantee the cuffs would make it without being broken.

Rekker started to laugh. "You don't start stripping when you're drunk? Since when?"

He had to tease the Swede a little over it.

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"You think, honey? How about I put them on you too!"

Bjorn squealed now draping his arms around Rekker, kissing him on the lips and giggling. Fredrik snorted out more laughter at Bjorn being dirty and knew the singer was becoming more trashed. How much had he drunk?

"I'm already naked before I get drunk sometimes. So, it doesn't count?"

This was true sometimes. Bjorn just walking around the apartment complex or Rekker's house trashed from the night before stark naked.

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Rekker wrapped his arms around Bjorn low on the waist while continuing to whisper against Bjorn's lips. "Do you think you can handle what will happen if you do?"

Like so many other things since he had met Bjorn, Rekker was finding this hotter than he had in the past. Tonight might become a burning trash fire. "We could buy some on the way home."

Mikkel started to giggle and looked down at Sigurd. "Boring old daddy won't get naked. Maybe we should get him drunk?"

The Dane glanced at Fredrik and snickered. Tonight might well be the night to harass Sigurd.