Intervention
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tordenvejrFor Ways to Say I Love You Prompt: 62. "You look like something's bothering you... You can talk to me if you need to."
Torden had been looking for the boy for almost an hour. No one seemed to know where he had gone, and the middle of the venue wasn't where anyone expected to find him. Mikkel was standing with one arm crossed his torso, the elbow of the other tucked against it and he was chain smoking. He thought the blonde Dane looked pissed. Who really knew since Mikkel was so moody?
Torden didn't blame him for it after all he had been through. Though he did wonder why he chose the middle of the chairs in the floor of the venue to express his ire. The intensity and nervousness was rolling off his posture and he appeared lost in thought by how he was pulling at his lip between drags on the cigarette.
"Hey, brat." Torden asked as he slipped his arms around the young man's tiny middle. The Dane let out a scared squeak.
"Fuck." Mikkel swore under his breath while playfully elbowing Torden for scaring him.
"We've been looking for you for hours. What are you doing standing around?" Torden wasn't sure if his voice sounded amused or confused.
He didn't get an answer, but Mikkel's eyes were back up on the stage. Sigurd was up there shirtless with a few of the others... and girls. Torden had heard there were a few backstage passes for this show but hadn't seen anyone. He could feel the tension in the other Dane while they both watched Sigurd laughing with a couple of the girls. Torden knew it was just being polite and nothing was going on, but Mikkel was already pulling out another cigarette.
"Why aren't you up there?" Torden said it and then regretted it immediately. Mikkel might lash out at someone. The boy had been so unstable since Sigurd started coming around. He flew into tantrums, burst into tears at the drop of a hat. The poor kid was probably overwhelmed coming from being ignored and beaten to someone truly wanting to dote on him and treat him well.
"He doesn't want me up there." Mikkel's voice had the squeak to it which came when he was holding in hurt. Torden couldn't imagine how it hurt for your first crush, and first lover, to be a rockstar everyone else wanted too.
Torden squeezed a little tighter and nuzzled against the blonde's shoulder. He was watching the people on the stage but could feel the fire in Mikkel, something about the way he shifted.
"I bet they'd be jealous." Torden thought it would break through to get the boy out of his own thoughts.
"What?"
Torden started laughing when he realized Mikkel hadn't been paying attention. Of course, he wasn't. Now that the tension broke and Mikkel was staring at him curiously, he could stop this. "Your man looks hot up there without a shirt."
"My..." Mikkel looked up on the stage, voice trailing off and cheeks flushing red hot. "He's... what do you mean, mine?"
The question tore Mikkel's gaze away and Torden started laughing as he kissed one of those flushed cheeks. "Come on!"
Even he laughed more at how much he had exaggerated the disbelief sounded in his voice. "Everyone knows he's coming to your bed at night, and I think there's some magnet in his ass that attracts your hand."
He's teasing and glad to see a smile appear, shy and full of innocence. "His ass is nice."
Torden got the chuckles under control finally. "Will I get a slap if I agree?"
"Maybe." Mikkel was smoking again with his eyes rooted on the bassist. "I want to throw them all off the stage."
Torden saw that the one girl was close to Sigurd, touching his arm. It was probably friendly, but Mikkel wasn't having any of it, the tension was returning. Torden stroked up and down the young man’s upper arms to try and loosen up the clenched muscles in his body. The boy was like a wire about to snap, shaking a little but he couldn’t tell if that was anger or too much nicotine at this point.
“I would too.” He admitted, though Torden probably wouldn’t if that was one of his lovers, he could sympathize with Mikkel’s feelings. “He’s hot.”
The tension released a little with a long sigh. It sounded dreamy and far away. “He’s so hot. I don’t want him to have to pay attention to anyone else.” The young Dane threw his cigarette down violently as Torden let go of him. The boy was too nervous to make this end. Too nervous to interrupt and he couldn’t blame him for not knowing what to do. He might be a brat, but he was so inexperienced. Sigurd was walking off the stage with the others and the girls in tow. Torden glanced up at the blonde and saw fury, the kind that got people punched in the face or eyes scratched out.
“Come on.” Torden gave him a tug on the elbow. “Let’s go to their dressing room. You can sit in his lap and teach these little tramps to look somewhere else.”
Mikkel resisted at first and then came along with the swagger of a teen forced to do something they didn’t want to. Torden knew this would be for the best. Even if he saw nothing wrong with the bassist chatting with fans backstage, Mikkel obviously did, and the bitterness would only get worse. In such a new relationship with so much changing so quickly for the young Dane, the last thing he needed was a lovers’ quarrel to make things blow up. He was doing enough of that already with his eyes drifting all over.
Torden had been looking for the boy for almost an hour. No one seemed to know where he had gone, and the middle of the venue wasn't where anyone expected to find him. Mikkel was standing with one arm crossed his torso, the elbow of the other tucked against it and he was chain smoking. He thought the blonde Dane looked pissed. Who really knew since Mikkel was so moody?
Torden didn't blame him for it after all he had been through. Though he did wonder why he chose the middle of the chairs in the floor of the venue to express his ire. The intensity and nervousness was rolling off his posture and he appeared lost in thought by how he was pulling at his lip between drags on the cigarette.
"Hey, brat." Torden asked as he slipped his arms around the young man's tiny middle. The Dane let out a scared squeak.
"Fuck." Mikkel swore under his breath while playfully elbowing Torden for scaring him.
"We've been looking for you for hours. What are you doing standing around?" Torden wasn't sure if his voice sounded amused or confused.
He didn't get an answer, but Mikkel's eyes were back up on the stage. Sigurd was up there shirtless with a few of the others... and girls. Torden had heard there were a few backstage passes for this show but hadn't seen anyone. He could feel the tension in the other Dane while they both watched Sigurd laughing with a couple of the girls. Torden knew it was just being polite and nothing was going on, but Mikkel was already pulling out another cigarette.
"Why aren't you up there?" Torden said it and then regretted it immediately. Mikkel might lash out at someone. The boy had been so unstable since Sigurd started coming around. He flew into tantrums, burst into tears at the drop of a hat. The poor kid was probably overwhelmed coming from being ignored and beaten to someone truly wanting to dote on him and treat him well.
"He doesn't want me up there." Mikkel's voice had the squeak to it which came when he was holding in hurt. Torden couldn't imagine how it hurt for your first crush, and first lover, to be a rockstar everyone else wanted too.
Torden squeezed a little tighter and nuzzled against the blonde's shoulder. He was watching the people on the stage but could feel the fire in Mikkel, something about the way he shifted.
"I bet they'd be jealous." Torden thought it would break through to get the boy out of his own thoughts.
"What?"
Torden started laughing when he realized Mikkel hadn't been paying attention. Of course, he wasn't. Now that the tension broke and Mikkel was staring at him curiously, he could stop this. "Your man looks hot up there without a shirt."
"My..." Mikkel looked up on the stage, voice trailing off and cheeks flushing red hot. "He's... what do you mean, mine?"
The question tore Mikkel's gaze away and Torden started laughing as he kissed one of those flushed cheeks. "Come on!"
Even he laughed more at how much he had exaggerated the disbelief sounded in his voice. "Everyone knows he's coming to your bed at night, and I think there's some magnet in his ass that attracts your hand."
He's teasing and glad to see a smile appear, shy and full of innocence. "His ass is nice."
Torden got the chuckles under control finally. "Will I get a slap if I agree?"
"Maybe." Mikkel was smoking again with his eyes rooted on the bassist. "I want to throw them all off the stage."
Torden saw that the one girl was close to Sigurd, touching his arm. It was probably friendly, but Mikkel wasn't having any of it, the tension was returning. Torden stroked up and down the young man’s upper arms to try and loosen up the clenched muscles in his body. The boy was like a wire about to snap, shaking a little but he couldn’t tell if that was anger or too much nicotine at this point.
“I would too.” He admitted, though Torden probably wouldn’t if that was one of his lovers, he could sympathize with Mikkel’s feelings. “He’s hot.”
The tension released a little with a long sigh. It sounded dreamy and far away. “He’s so hot. I don’t want him to have to pay attention to anyone else.” The young Dane threw his cigarette down violently as Torden let go of him. The boy was too nervous to make this end. Too nervous to interrupt and he couldn’t blame him for not knowing what to do. He might be a brat, but he was so inexperienced. Sigurd was walking off the stage with the others and the girls in tow. Torden glanced up at the blonde and saw fury, the kind that got people punched in the face or eyes scratched out.
“Come on.” Torden gave him a tug on the elbow. “Let’s go to their dressing room. You can sit in his lap and teach these little tramps to look somewhere else.”
Mikkel resisted at first and then came along with the swagger of a teen forced to do something they didn’t want to. Torden knew this would be for the best. Even if he saw nothing wrong with the bassist chatting with fans backstage, Mikkel obviously did, and the bitterness would only get worse. In such a new relationship with so much changing so quickly for the young Dane, the last thing he needed was a lovers’ quarrel to make things blow up. He was doing enough of that already with his eyes drifting all over.
