Hello America

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Writing prompt; Word: chance.

This was Tordis' chance to possibly make it big and further his career into the world of music. The Ziggy Stardust tour was too good an oppertunity to pass up, especially now that Hjalmar, his older brother, had invited him onto the tour too. Ragnar had travelled to LA only a week or so ago and now the youngest Falkenberg brother was flying to America.

Tordis wanted to do this because he hadn't even formed a band yet and meeting other musicians would surely help build connections and point him on the right path.

The young singer now stepping off the plane feeling the heat hit him as he walked down the alighting steps and onto LA soil. It was so hot here in LA compared to back home! The young man slinging his bag across his shoulder hailing a taxi down so that he could join his brothers at the hotel where they were staying. Something about a tour bus being parked up in the lot had been mentioned. Hjalmar had said it was how the huge tour travelled about across America. Over forty or so people.

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Half an hour later Tordis was stepping into the hotel lobby, hoping to see some musicians around. Rock stars being crazy or drunk or whatever else. Tordis knew of the scene and felt slightly nervous at meeting strangers but would soon blend in due to his friendly demeanour. Dressed in a floral shirt and tight silken pants the boy looked feminine along with his glittery eyeshadow and painted nails.

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[miss_mayhem]

Missy was just coming in from dropping her children off at school for the day when she entered the hotel. She always caused such a stir being both well-known in LA and her usual attire if skin tight and provocative leather. She barely noticed people in the lobby but the lost look, suitcase and nervousness had the older guitarist stopping.

"Are you lost, doll?" She asked as she came up beside the young man.

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Tordis hadn't expected anyone to speak to him since he was busy looking around the lobby. The woman's voice caused the young Swede to nod and put his case down because it was weighed down with his clothes, make-up and boots. His pronounced thick Swedish accent would be heard once he spoke.

"I suppose yes, you could say that. I'm Tordis Falkenberg. This is the Ziggy Stardust tour hotel?"

For one scary moment the young man thought he'd got the wrong hotel.

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Missy, like all the members of Hexed, were kind and supportive to young musicians. Hearing that he was looking for Ziggy had her nodding and offering her hand with its fingerless leather glove for a hand shake.

"I'm Missy Mayhem, guitarist for Hexed." She could see the fear and remembered that time in her life all too well. "We're on the tour with him."

The poor kid looked like he had his own body weight in suitcases, though by this point she recognized the Swedish accent though she couldn't quite place the last name. It did sound familiar.

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"Missy Mayhem? Nice name. I play guitar and am also a vocalist but am not in any band yet."

That part caused the Swede's confidence to dip because both his older brothers were in bands already. At least he'd gotten the right hotel so that was something. All the nerves were still there though as he fiddled with the ends of his hair slightly. LA was a huge place and he knew no one in this hotel except for his two brothers.

"Hjalmar and Ragnar are my two older brothers. Hjalmar is guitarist for The Harlots."

Tordis noticed that Missy was rather older than he would expect for a guitarist but then maybe her band were older members instead of the usual younger musicians.

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"It's a stage name." Missy added because she usually didn't use her real last name to help safe guard her children. "There are a few along who aren't in a bad or musicians."

Though Missy thought almost everyone played some sort of instrument. at least on the side.

"I think I saw Hjalmar in the restaurant with his boyfriend." Missy couldn't help but smile at that. Torden, on the outside, just looked like a slutty man but she could see the worry and care. It was an interesting dynamic to watch for sure. "Let's get your things upstairs. Did you have a room booked?"

If not, they could easily put his things in someone's room while finding Tom or Robert to get that taken care of.

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"It's good to have a stage name. Maybe I'll get one once I form a band."

Tordis managed a shy smile and picked up his case, looking up at the stairs. The hotel looked quite big and there were lots of stairs. Hjalmar had a boyfriend---Tordis knew this much because the drunken guitarist kept gushing about it over the phone while trashed out of his head. A hairy Dane boy.

"My brother is a drunk and told me about Torden over the phone. I don't think I've got a room booked? Hjalmar forgot to mention that part."

In his drunken state no doubt.

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"We all get a stage name, or a nickname, eventually." Missy smiled. "I can help you carry your things."

She might be short and female but in Hexed no one could be weak, mostly because the band had always been rough and tumble with each other thanks to Rekker.

"He's a good man, Torden." At least Missy thought so from what she had seen and heard. "We can put your things in one of the other rooms and find Tom, our tour manager, to get that taken care of."

Missy figured that Hjalmar had forgot to mention it to Tom which meant there wasn't a room rented. However, there was space where Tordis could sleep if he wanted, her own room included since there was a spare bed.

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"You don't have to--I can manage."

Tordis wanted to be able to stand on both feet but didn't want to admit that he was very tired from the flight and slightly jetlagged. He felt like shit but was pumped up on adrenaline right now, just wanting to meet other rock stars. If she wanted to help him carry his stuff than he wouldn't turn the help down.

"Tom? I don't know who that is."

The young Swede didn't know anyone on the tour yet except now he was befriending this Missy and she seemed really caring. Almost like a mother to some of the younger band members Tordis was guessing.

"The flight was long and I fancy a drink once I'm settled. Is there a bar here?"

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She didn't listen well especially when he looked so obviously tired. Missy was not going to take no for an answer.

"Ziggy's father." She mentions as she starts helping with the bags. "Most of us drink in our rooms rather than the bar."

Though, like Mikkel, Missy wondered if this boy was of age. With a smile she headed for the elevator. "What kind of guitar do you play?"

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Tordis was too tired to argue so just gave in and let Missy carry some of his bags as they walked upstairs. The Swede didn't even have a room allocated to himself so would just follow the American musician to wherever she was taking him.

"Ah, Ziggy's father? That makes sense. I've seen Ziggy on stage on the TV and he looks so glamourous. All his clothes are so well made and colourful. I play a Gibson mostly when I sing and play."

Much like his brothers, Tordis was also a Gibson boy.

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"He makes a lot of his clothes." Missy figured that Ziggy had to because of his body type, so tall and slim. "There are a lot here that play Gibsons. We play a lot of customs. Our singer and lead guitarist makes guitars."

She was making small talk as they stepped into the elevator to get up to the floors set aside for the musicians.

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"He does? My brother, Ragnar, can make clothes and likes sewing. He's the fashionable one out of all three of us. Making guitars sounds like fun and I hope to meet more of the tour soon."

Tordis stepped into the elevator and felt giddy with excitement at meeting the other guitarists and the singer who made guitars. Fancy someone being able to do that. What a talent!

"You're American I'm guessing? I'm from Sweden."

[miss_mayhem]

"I'm sure he'll make friends quickly." She hadn't met Ragnar yet, aside from seeing him in passing. "You won't be able to avoid it."

Missy knew people would quickly start introducing themselves once they saw the newcomer. "Yes, I was born north of here but moved to L.A. when I was a child. There are a lot of Swedes on the tour."

She assumed more than anything, maybe aside from Brits. Once they got off the elevator Missy was nearly smashed into by Mikkel who was running down the hall giggling, drunk and she thought high too. He just collapsed against her.

"What are you into?" Missy asked as she pushed a little so Tordis could get off the elevator.

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"He's very outward going and a trashy slut so yes he will."

Tordis bursting into giggles regarding their glam brother. A diva queen was a word given to Ragnar often by many. Tordis, himself, was often called a trashy tart but he shrugged those words off.

"What I'm into? I'm not sure what you mean."

Did she mean music or something else? Maybe he was just tired and not thinking properly. The arrival of the tall boy caused Tordis to go wide-eyed somewhat. He seemed drunk and high which was normal for most rock stars.

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"Trashy glam slut is a style here." Missy started to giggle because all she could think of was Rekker's fiancé.

"I meant this one." Missy helped Mikkel get back on his feet despite being a foot taller than her. He spied Tordis and for a moment thought it was Hjalmar, which meant he gave Tordis a kiss on the cheek while Missy addressed the Swede's question.

"I was talking to this one." She looked up at the Dane waiting for him to get the giggles under control. "We put Hans and Ollie out on the balcony. Um them and their bed."

Missy sighed because of course they had and she assumed the other Danes were about in the same state, and probably Fredrik too. "Are they going to fall?" She asked the reasonable question.

"No, no." Mikkel shook his head and went back to giggling. "They're naked."

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"It is? Well, then he should fit right in. My oldest brother is a total drunken bastard who is also a slut."

Tordis looked at the tall boy and noticed how feminine he looked too as well as boyish. A mix of both. How tall was he even? The kiss got the young Swede gasping since he didn't know everyone was going to be so friendly.

"Oh---nice to meet you. I'm Tordis. You moved a whole bed out onto the balcony with some people asleep on it?"

This got the Swede covering his mouth with giggles. So, this was what went on regarding pranks.

"If you did that in my country then they would wake up feeling the cold air."

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"He's sure fallen in with that crowd." Missy said it with love though. She had talked to Torden and though his ideas of relationship were very different than hers she could see he was a loving man.

Mikkel gave him a kiss on the lips when he was addressed. "Mikkel. We did. My cousin's ex and his new boyfriend. They can't get out of bed recently." Maybe that was an exaggeration but it had the tall Dane giggling even more. Missy shook her head and stepped past Mikkel to put Tordis' things in her room for now. At least they would be safe there since few dared to mess with Hexed in general.

Mikkel was shaking his head at Tordis. "Ollie used to sleep naked in the car in the winter when he'd fuck my cousin out there."

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The kissing was a little too much for the nervous Swede who stepped back a little but was giggling none the less. It was just a bit full-on for his first meeting of everyone. Was this boy always so forward to people he'd only just met?

"Mikkel? Do you know my brothers Hjalmar and Ragnar? Hjalmar is the drunken one and Ragnar is the glam pretty boy."

What Mikkel was saying about his cousin inside cars caused the Swede's cheeks to heat. So much information about his cousin's sex life in front of a complete stranger. It was amusing though. It was more he was tired and jet lagged being in a new place so wasn't his usual chirpy self.

"Sorry if I am a bit tired. The plane ride was long."

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"Hjalmar is getting fucked by Ollie's brother in his pretty boy harem." Mikkel didn't have much filter, this drunk it was absolutely gone. "Ragnar's always hanging around with my cousin and his rat."

"Oh, do you need a nap?" Mikkel was reaching for his hand and about to drag the other young man off with him.

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"I've heard about his hairy Dane boyfriend Torden. He kept talking my ear off over the phone and racking up a huge bill for international calls."

Tordis knew Hjalmar could afford it being a rock star but still---the jaw ache he must have talking about his hairy boy! The boy Mikkel though--he was something else. High, drunk and very tall.

"I could do with a sleep yes but maybe a drink first. Missy, did you want to accompany Mikkel and me to wherever?"

He liked her company but wondered if she had other plans for the night.

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"Torden's fucking everyone. He's always got so many boyfriends. Such a dirty slut!" Mikkel was giggling.

"We've got booze." Mikkel had his hand and was starting to try and lead him down the hall toward the other room. Missy paused and then thought maybe she should check in on the boys at least. They got into so much trouble and Rekker was usually the one watching over them.

"I can come have a drink." Missy mentioned as she came back out into the hall. No doubt she'd soon be tucking these two, and probably the other baby blonde, in for sleep. They usually dropped off when they got this wasted.

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"He is? I heard he had other boyfriends too but am not sure who. Hjalmar just talks about being picked up when he falls down drunk everywhere."

Tordis knew his brother was an alcoholic and didn't want to face his problem. Hjalmar just ended up brushing aside concerns and help saying he had it all under control, which of course, he didn't.

"Booze? Sounds good. I like red wine if you've got any."

The young Swede had found his liked it ever since Ragnar got him hooked at a club. Of course Tordis was snuck in underage but no one knew. He was illegal here in the States but back home he was legal.

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"Um... my brother...Ansgar, Ulfen, Lars, Johan... I think he'd sleep with your other brother too. He has a thing about..." Mikkel just started giggling uncontrollably as he opened the door.

"We have Mule and Vodka... and Ivar's moonshine." Mikkel was sure Fredrik had some of that stashed around somewhere. Mikkel was just dragging the other young man into the room with Missy in tow. She would have a drink but not much, not as much as these drunken young boys for sure.

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"That's quite a group of boys he has! A sort of---harem almost."

Tordis couldn't help but snort laughter as he looked at Missy wondering if she knew about all of this. Maybe the young Swede could meet all of these other boyfriends because Hjalmar hadn't spoken much about them. Maybe because he was jealous? Who knew.

"Mule? Ivar's moonshine? This is someone on the tour who makes booze?"

The singer had so many questions and felt his head start to spin slightly. Maybe he was more tired than he thought as he focused a bit. Walking into the room he was instantly greeted with another blond haired boy screaming loudly and giggling, half naked on the bed in just a pair of tight colourful leather beaded pants.

"Ooh, a friend! You brought Missy to party with us too? Who is the dark haired boy?"

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"That's what we call them." Mikkel grinned. "He's always wining and dining them all."

Mikkel thought it was kind of sweet. He was still giggling and now his cheeks were turning hot red. "Fredrik's drummer. He makes booze all the time."

Mikkel dragged Tordis right a long as he went over to kiss Fredrik, half falling into the bed and nearly dragging Tordis along. "This is Hjalmar's brother, Tordis. He's going to drink and nap with us."

Mikkel said it like this was the everyday which had Missy giggling a little as she went to pour a drink. "are you boys staying out of trouble today?"

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"I haven't been wined and dined on before."

Tordis spoke with a little sadness in his voice because although he'd had boyfriends before he'd never actually been to a posh restaurant or anything because he wasn't rich unlike his brothers. He wasn't on rock star money. Was this blond boy Mikkel's boyfriend? They seemed to be close and acted as if they were in love. It was cute.

"Nice to meet you, Fredrik."

The Swede offered a little wave to the blond, who waved back then kissed Mikkel on the cheek. He was clearly trashed.

"Staying out of trouble? When are we ever in trouble? Never! Are we, Mikkel? Hans and Ollie have a nice view out their window now and they don't even have to get out of bed!"

Fredrik laughed and gulped down some of Ivar's gutrot before near falling off the end of the bed. Tordis sat down in a chair and watched Missy pour a drink.

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"OH! I can take you out." Mikkel was very friendly drunk. "I take Fredrik out all the time."

Everyone thought they were boyfriends, and they were, just not sexually. Mikkel was sad when Tordis pulled away to sit on the chair, pouting at the new boy when he plopped down on the bed beside Fredrik.

Missy raised a brow at them. "You were the two Rekker was bitching about 'carrying up stairs because you were laying naked in the lobby'?"

She knew Rekker yelled a lot about it but he would take care of them until the end of time if he had to. It was just the ginger's way.

Mikkel leaned against Fredrik. "They're outside of the window. We put them on the balcony."

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"You will? That's kind of you, Mikkel. I mean---my brothers might want to come along too? Is Fredrik here your boyfriend? You act really cute."

Tordis noticed Fredrik close to Mikkel kissing and touching on him like a boyfriend would. By what Missy was saying these two often got trashed on booze and went out onto the Strip to get smashed and into trouble. It sounded like fun and Tordis couldn't help but grin a little.

"What happens when they wake up?"

Would they be pissed and angry? Tordis didn't even know anyone on the tour since he had just arrived so was still a little nervous about everything. Also he was tired from his flight and would end up falling asleep before the others at this rate. Where would even sleep? Were there enough beds?

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"You don't bring your brother's around when someone is wining and dining you!" Mikkel was so used to being the clueless one but for once he wasn't. "He's my soul mate. My boyfriend's always too fucking busy or sleeping or out drinking with someone else."

Mikkel was grouching because he was worried when Sigurd was away. Still worried he would never come back or something. It only mad him snuggle in closer to Fredrik. Mikkel still got angry for no reason about Sigurd.

Mikkel laughed. "They can be a bitch if they want."

As far as Mikkel was concerned Tordis could join him. After all there were two beds in the room and they only used one.

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"Oh ok---then I won't. Hjalmar will probably get too fucking drunk and slip under the table anyway."

Tordis knew wining and dining was more Ragnar's scene than Hjalmar's only because the drunken brother caused people to stare. Falling over, being a lewd loudmouth and collapsing trashed wherever he went. What did this Torden do about it? Tordis did wonder.

"Soul mate is cute too. Who is your boyfriend then?"

Mikkel sounded angry about his boyfriend which caused Tordis to frown in confusion. Surely, this boyfriend should be here and not being away or sleeping. What did he know? Being new on the tour Tordis had a lot to learn.

"What instruments do both of you play? I'm a guitarist and vocalist."

Fredrik perked up and giggled.

"I'm bassist for The Harlots."

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Missy sat down and shrugged. "I think he's drinking less?" She had noticed Torden looking after him sometimes but she wasn't sure.

"Sigurd, but Fredrik is too." Mikkel kissed the Swede's neck as he leaned in against Fredrik. He might be starting to get tired too at this point or maybe coming down from the adrenaline of pulling such an epic prank.

"Bass, drums, guitar." Mikkel shrugged because he didn't think he was all that good at any of them. "I'm a stripper and a tattoo artist usually."

Mikkel nuzzled Fredrik, giggling and whispering. "You're my harlot."

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"Someone needs to tell him to stop because we all worry about just how much he drinks. It's not healthy."

Tordis and Ragnar were both concerned with just how much their brother drank and didn't seem to care, often drinking himself into oblivion. The pressures of the rock world and image rock stars had to portray? Who knew.

"That's quite a range, Mikkel. I play a Gibson and sing. You're a stripper? I know back home boys aren't allowed to dance usually but are you allowed here in the States?"

The Swede wasn't sure how legal it was for a boy underage to dance here if at all. Fredrik nuzzled into Mikkel's neck, laughing while drinking more booze, feeling himself become more sleepy. It wouldn't be long before Fredrik would pass out.

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Mikkel, despite being smashed, turned serious. "Torden helped my brother. He almost died from drinking before."

Mikkel knew a lot about worrying over a drunken brother. The Dane just shook his head. "I'm a girl in the clubs. I've been dancing 5 years, almost 6."

Missy was listening and could see all three of these boys slowly fading out. "Mikkel's cousin plays.. 6 instruments."

She wasn't exactly sure but Mikkel was quick to correct her. "10."

The Dane was starting to fade too. Soon he would be wanting to curl up with the other two and sleep.

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"He nearly died? Fuck. Sorry to hear that. We've had close calls with Hjalmar before but nothing as serious as with your brother."

Tordis knew Ragnar was the one who was the responsible adult out of all three brothers. He was the one who often had to look after Hjalmar when he'd been carted off to hospital to have his stomach pumped or when to call the taxi when he was lying on the floor totally drunk somewhere.

"You dance as a girl? That's fucking cool. You've got the looks and legs for it."

Fredrik giggled at Tordis' comment about Mikkel and then nuzzled into the Dane's blond hair. The bassist was near passing out but he wanted to stay awake and listen to everyone.

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"A lot of bad things happened to Ansgar." Mikkel left it at that and his tone clearly one of not wanting to continue this conversation.

"You like my legs?" Mikkel giggled sleepily as he pulled Tordis toward him and Fredrik. They could all curl up and sleep. "You could come watch. Fredrik does."

Missy just shook her head at the three and thought this was time to leave the boys. They were safely inside and looked on the verge of curling up to sleep off the booze.

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"My brother needs help with his drinking but he's been too stubborn to do anything about it."

Tordis just frowned and didn't want to talk about his brother's problems either because that's what he didn't come for. He came to enjoy Mikkel and Fredrik's company. The singer giggled and nodded.

"Your legs are nice. Fredrik must think so too."

Fredrik giggled then jumped into Mikkel's lap, giving the Dane a kiss on the cheek before slumping forwards drunkenly. He was near close to passing out.

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"I'm sure Torden will help him." Mikkel pulled the Swede into a hug because he looked like he needed it.

Mikkel tried to save Tordis from being tossed on the floor when Fredrik jumped into his lap but he still returned that kiss. He could tell Fredrik was ready for bed and the Dane turned to Tordis.

"Why don't you come lay in bed with us?" He was cute and the more the merrier, right? "We lay in bed and talk sometimes until we fall asleep."

Which was why Rekker sometimes said they were like teenage girls at a slumber party, which always made Mikkel giggle.

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"Torden is doing him a world of good from what I've heard already. Not only that but he's getting fucked every night I bet."

The tarty Swede squeaked a little when Fredrik jumped into Mikkel's lap but then just giggled and noticed the amused look on Fredrik's face. The bassist was so far gone he just stuck his tongue out at both Tordis and then climbed onto the bed with drunken legs. At least he wouldn't be smashing any toilets up tonight and throwing toilet roll holders at Mikkel.

"Lay next to you? Ok."

Tordis was fine with that because Fredrik was near passing out.

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"Sexual healing." Mikkel giggled as he sprawled out half laying on Fredrik and pulling the other Swede along.

"You can sleep naked with us." Mikkel didn't mind if another boy joined them. They were all friends and sexy, right? He giggled some more and kissed Fredrik goodnight because he could see he was about to pass out.

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"I've only just arrived and two hot boys are asking me to sleep naked alongside them."

Tordis giggled and didn't find either sexually attractive as such because they were much too young for his type of man, yet he was liking Mikkel and Fredrik for friends. There was no harm in joining in the fun.

"Ok, I'll sleep naked with you two. Fredrik is gone."

The blond Swede now snoring soundly.

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"There are so many hot boys to sleep with here."

Mikkel laid down on his back so that Fredrik could snuggle with him and Tordis wouldn't feel left out.

"He always falls asleep first." Mikkel leaned over to kiss Tordis's cheek good night and then opened his other arm for the dark haired Swede to cuddle up too.

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"I like older men. As in---really older, sort of Robert and Tom's age."

The singer giggled and blushed, just admitting his love interests to Mikkel. Fredrik was out for the count and Tordis knew Mikkel wouldn't be far off. The Danes were all sexy but much too young. Even Torden was too young for the Swede.

"He's a cute boy. I think I'll sleep now."

Tordis cuddling between Mikkel and Fredrik, getting comfy.

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Mikkel smiled and shrugged. "Rekker is pretty hot. I like older men, too."

Despite Sigurd and Fredrik being younger, Mikkel could see himself having liked an even older man.

"You're both cute." Mikkel kissed his cheek and pulled the two others in to cuddle up. "Good Night."