All aboard the crazy train

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Johan's alarm clock went off in his ear as he turned and then slammed it onto the floor with his arm. The beep sounded a bit off as he roused himself from his bed. It was still dark. What the fuck? Why had his alarm gone off at what time was it even?

"2am? What the fuck?--"

It was then he realised that it wasn't his alarm clock that had gone off but his phone. It was beeping madly rattling around on the bedside cabinet in his hotel bedroom. Someone was trying to get hold of him. Groaning, the guitarist pushed his wild dirty blond hair away from his face as he snatched up his phone, staring at it with tired eyes.

It was Fredrik.

"Get your ass over to the tour bus, lazy bastard! We're on tour and we've stopped close by your hotel for a pit stop break."

Oh yeah. The tour. Johan's younger brother, Fredrik, had invited the guitarist to the crazy tour with the other musicians and this was the reason he was now sleeping inside a rather posh LA hotel, only having arrived from Sweden a day or two ago. It was madness. Typing back, Johan yawned and began pulling on his clothes with his free hand whilst typing in the other.

"Be there soon. Send me the coordinates."

Shoving his phone into his jeans pockets, Johan then set about vacating his hotel room and making a move to the tour bus. He was soon sent another text since he could feel the buzzing in his back pocket. Now, he knew where the bus was.

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Half an hour and one taxi cab ride later Johan was now walking up to the rather luxurious and fucking huge bus. It was massive! But then it had to be if there were over six or so bands living inside of it. Who the fuck could drive such a beast? Walking up to the door, he knocked twice, adjusting his skull guitar over his shoulder.

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Mikkel was all over Fredrik trying to find out about his brother once the Swede revealed that he was coming along. Surely, he would be hot. He had to be hot. It would be a crime for Fredrik to be related to anyone who wasn't. This was all because the Dane had nowhere to burn off steam. When the tour was moving every night he couldn't dance. All the pent up energy was driving him crazy.

He heard the knock and bounded up from where he was sitting with Fredrik, waiting. He burst to the door, manually shoving it open, and then gawked.

"Johan??" Mikkel barely got the words out and then giggled looking back to see if Fredrik was following. The young boy in the short shorts and cowboy boots just stood there in the stairwell staring at the guitarist. Fredrik should have warned him better.

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The door burst open and there stood a very tall and rather cute boy now speaking his name. Oh, this boy seemed to know Johan but the Swede was confused. Who was he? Maybe one of his brother's friends?

"Yes, I'm Johan Halvorsson. Fredrik is my baby brother. Is he here on the tour bus with you? He sent me a message on my phone to meet up so I can join the crazy tour. This is the right bus, isn't it?"

Getting the right bus would be a good call since the Swede was still half-asleep nearly having been woken up from a rather nice dream. Stepping up into the bus the guitarist offered a wave to everyone near the entrance, wondering if there was room for him even.

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"Your brother's hot." Mikkel was trying not to make a fool of himself but Johan was hot too. He nodded to the new Swede and went back inside, sitting right down in Fredrik's lap and whispering.

"You didn't warn me your brother was almost as hot as you." Mikkel kissed Fredrik's cheek waiting for his brother to join them on the couch area at the front of the bus.

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Fredrik was now passing his older a brother a drink which was whiskey filled up in a glass. It was near overflowing so Johan had to quickly take a few sips from it so there wasn't a mess on the bus floor. Whoever was in charge of his crazy tour had their work cut out.

"As hot as you? Oh? Have you got yourself a boyfriend, baby brother? He's cute."

Johan teasing Fredrik with a ruffle of the hair, which was slapped away causing the younger Swede to blush. He wasn't Mikkel's boyfriend! No, that was the dirty daddy, Sigurd. Johan sat next to Mikkel, happy that he was finally on this crazy train or---bus.

"No, I'm not Mikkel's boyfriend! That would be dirty daddy Sigurd. He's around here somewhere."

The guitarist sipped his drink whilst looking around. Dirty daddy Sigurd? This was getting better by the minute.

"So, how many musicians are on this crazy tour then?"

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"He's my best friend crush." Mikkel said it and then turned red himself. He adored Fredrik but, no they weren't dating exactly.

"Sigurd is out smoking with Blixt or something." Mikkel hadn't seen him in a bit but knew he'd soon show up.

"I think.. 30 or 40 people? A lot. Not all musicians." Mikkel clarified while reaching for the bottle on the counter behind the couch, reluctant to get out of the Swede's lap. "I'm a dancer, and play bass."

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"Best friend crush? That's sweet. Once my brother has one too many drinks in him he becomes a clumsy disaster smashing up hotels. Bathrooms mainly."

That got a playful jab from Fredrik who didn't want his brother saying too much stuff that would embarrass him. The whole being drunk thing though? That was true. Johan nodded when Mikkel spoke about how many people were on the tour. So many!

"Fredrik told me about some of the loud ones and the tarts? Ah, you play bass and dance? That's good to know. I'm a guitarist and like modifying the bodies of my instruments. Some are skulls, tiger stripes, leopard print and some other crazy designs I've had in the past."

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Mikkel kissed Fredrik's cheek and giggled. "He throws the broken pieces at me."

Mikkel listened while sipping from the bottle then offering it to Fredrik."have you met Rekker? He makes guitars and has... a ... I don't know 20 or something stowed away."

Mikkel realized he had seen the Brit with a bunch of different guitars.

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Fredrik blushed when Mikkel kissed his cheek. It was a little embarrassing in front of his brother but Johan thought it was cute. The whole incident in the bathroom with both boys naked or near naked made Fredrik snort with laughter.

"I sort of broke the toilet roll holder thing and---chucked it at Mikkel. I said sorry though."

The bashful Swede now ruffling Mikkel's hair slightly. Johan sipped his drink and nodded about Rekker. The rather reserved Brit.

"Fredrik gave me his number and I messaged him by mistake. We talked guitars."

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"I forgave you." Mikkel leaned his head against Fredrik's shoulder smirking. "I like sleeping on the floor with you."

Which might be a strange thing to say but he would curl up against the Swede... Mikkel's thoughts stopped when he remembered those moments of being pinned between Sigurd and Fredrik. His cheeks instantly turned hot red.

"Rekker's a mean bastard sometimes but he's a good person." Mikkel had seen a few different sides of the guitarist and knew he was temperamental. "He's helping me get better at bass."

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"Thanks because I wouldn't want you thinking I like chucking things at you while drunk. You're too cute for that."

Fredrik's fingers now finding the back of the Dane's neck to tickle him there. Johan just smirking as he drank his drink. Trust his brother to make friends with a cheeky Dane who liked getting smashed like him.

"He seems a good man. A talented thrash guitarist and luthier from what I've heard. Oh, Rekker is? Not this dirty Sigurd or whatever he's called? Isn't he a bassist?"

Fredrik snorted out a giggle at Johan calling Sigurd a dirty daddy. It was hilarious.

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"You can throw shit at me if I get to sleep naked with you later." Mikkel's cheeks were even pinker than before but he had no shame about his attraction to Fredrik, even if it wasn't sexual. More, platonic love and flirting, or something. Mikkel wasn't really sure.

Then Mikkel was giggling. "I tried to get Sigurd to and ... he can't keep his hands off of me long enough to learn anything." Mikkel smirked and then shook his head. "Rekker is a music teacher. He's good at it, patient and knows how to explain things."

And Mikkel thought he was hot but that was not something he would say outloud.

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"That sounds like a fair offer to me, brother. Will you take it?"

Johan nudging Fredrik playfully which earned the older Swede a swat over the head. Mikkel seemed a nice young man and the guitarist was glad he was making good friends on the tour. Johan knew how some musicians could be right bitches and bullies too. Yet, the Dane was delightful.

"Rekker seems a good man. Maybe I should talk more with him. How many people are single on this tour?"

Johan just being playful while drinking his drink.

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Mikkel kissed Fredrik's cheek again but soon got thoughtful.

"Um.... I think the Harlots all are? Uh... Torden, Ulfen and Ansgar... uh.. they're together but thier relationship is open." He paused and then looked to Fredrik. "Is Hjalmar sleeping with Torden now too?"

Mikkel was trying to think. "Missy and Devon from Hexed. UH....Harald.. he's hot too. I heard from Vars someone he knew was coming but I don't know. Mmm...Gloria's friend Judith, I think. Rex??"

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"Open? Well, that's different. I was expecting everyone to be in bed with a load of groupies, given the size of your tour group. Having partners with one another is much more special than random fucks with fans."

Fredrik just hated groupies anyway as did Johan. Mikkel's question got Fredrik thinking. Was Hjalmar sleeping with Torden? The guitarist had said he liked the hairy Dane so....maybe? It was hard to keep up with it all.

"I think he is? Maybe. Hjalmar is usually too drunk to get anything out of him. Rex, I think he's single but likes Ansgar. Likes touching his ripped pants I heard!"

That got Fredrik giggling.

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"I send the fucking bitches away." Mikkel hated how the groupies tried to get close to Sigurd. "Bjorn and some of the others give them a bitching too."

Not many of them slept with groupies and fewer now from what Mikkel could tell. The Dane snuggled into Fredrik's shoulder to lean there while they were talking.

"Rex was shoving his whole hand into the rip in my brother's pants." Mikkel wondered how sober Ansgar had been and he worried, like Torden did, of someone taking advantage of the blonde Dane. "Rex better watch out. If he upsets Ansgar, Torden will tear him five ways from the side."

Torden was such a sweet man but Mikkel knew that all that caring could turn into a hornets nest. "Torden probably is sleeping with your guitarist. He's probably getting all four of them in bed. He's a dirty bastard too."