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Never Away From Home	By : GentooNiXGeek Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Basshunter Views: 830 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own or know Jonas Altberg/Basshunter, nor the songs mentioned in this story. I do not get paid for this work. This is a work of fiction.

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- 1-Never Away From Home
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A/N: I woke up at 0430 and realized that I had slept passed New Years. I put in some of my favorite Basshunter remixes I've found over the years and banged this bitch out. So, my Muse for this story is DJ Zamli – The Basshunter Song 2.0

A/A/N: The Swedish translations are at the end of the story.

December 31, 2008; Las Vegas, Nevada; 1800

“Going to drink until you die, Frej? Why do you have me here? We could have easily been in our dorms drinking and fucking some random.” Gabi said.

“Because you need to get out and live life outside of campus dorm parties.” Freja said in a thick foreign accent.

“I do have a life outside of that! It's called studying and getting my masters.” Freja rolled her eyes.

There they sat in a club right off the Vegas Strip. Gabryelle, whom was two years older then her exchange friend, didn't know what the hell she was doing here. Or even why she was here. Freja always neglected to tell her the important parts.

Gabi ordered herself a drink and looked back on her friend who was quickly pounding down shots, one by one. 'You'd think the girl is a drunk.' She said in deep thought.

“Why are we here?” Gabi finally asked.

“Because you need a different taste in music.” Frej smiled.

“So, you couldn't just download me a CD and tell me to listen to it, you had to take me to a club... Where the DJ plays CDs. We could have saved a shit ton of money and just drank in the dorms and listened to it off of your laptop!” Gabi threw her hands in the air, obviously annoyed.

“There's no DJ here tonight.” Frej looked down and Gabi looked at her.

“Vad i helvete.”

“Would you stop talking to me in Swedish?” Gabi said as she ordered another drink.

“We are here to see someone perform.” Frej said, closing her eyes and allowing the warmth of the alcohol surround her.

“Who?”

“Why does it matter? It's good music.” Gabryelle shrugged.

“I just want to know.” Freja lowered her head in defeat.

“Basshunter.”

“That cute Swedish guy you always talk about? The one that is a fucking geek, like you?” Freja nodded.

“Oh. My. God! You are serious? That means I will finally get to hear his music?!” She smiled.

“Yeah.”

The time was 1930 and the two girls wandered to the front of the crowd. The lights were dim. People were chattery and the smell of cigarette smoke and booze filled the air. Freja and Gabi were both tuned for sound. The slur of words that Gabi had just produced confirmed it.

The lights turned off and a single green laser light come from the middle of the stage then split into 10. A white strobe light was the only source of bright light, making sure the two stayed together. A loud bassy sound came from the sound system. This was it, it had to be. Freja knew that this was it.

A thin man steps out in front of the green light. You could faintly make out his facial features, the fringe of hair that flopped over his face and his jaw line.

'He grew his hair out again.' Freja said to herself as the music started.

'Angel in the Night' started to play as Frej was helping her friend learn how to dance to Eurodance music.

'She's here.' He said to himself, while there was a break in lyrics. 'She made it!'

The music stopped and Basshunter greeted his audience. Everything got quiet, the only thing you could hear was the banging of glasses and people talking in the bar.

“Jag har saknat dig.” He said right before he started to sing 'Now Your Gone'.

“What did he say?” Gabi screamed to Frej over the music.

“I missed you.” Frej screamed back.

“Why?”

“I'll tell you later.” Being drunk, Gabi brushed it off. She stood in front of Freja, being the shortest one, and danced with her.

The song ended and Gabi turned to her friend.

“I'm going to go get something to drink. Want anything?” Freja nodded.

“Something filled to the brim with alcohol.” Gabryelle smiled.

“You got it babe.”

~

The show was going to end soon, it was already 2200 and it didn't matter if it was New Years or not. Basshunter's shows usually always ended at 2200.

“Want to meet someone?” Freja whispered in her friends ear.

“Sure. Who?”

“Don't worry about that.”

Leaving the club and taking the elevator to where the hotel rooms were, Frej took a card key out and unlocked a door that said 625 on it.

“Who's room is this?” Gabi asked in a drunken slur.

“You will see soon enough.”

Gabi started to nose her way through the room. Looking at papers and picking through things, trying to figure just who she was meeting. She found something. Paper work with the name Jonas Altberg on in.

'Jonas Altberg? I've never even heard the name.' She told herself, when she heard the door open.

Frej got up and jumped into the arms of a man, spreading kisses all over his face and neck. Her arms were wound tight around his neck.

“Jag har någon som jag vill att du ska träffa.” She said.

“Vem är det?” Jonas replied.

“En vän från universitetet.” Freja pulled herself away from the man.

“Gabryelle, this is my boyfriend. Jonas Altberg.” Gabi's eyes widened.

“Y-Y-You are... You're dating Basshunter?”

“Ja.”

“You left Sweden to come here for college, and you left THAT behind?!” Gabi said excitedly.

“Ja.”

“Why would you do that?!” Watching Gabi scream that last sentence was comical form the two Swedes. It was like watching someone get excited out of their favorite Animus.

“I wanted to go to university and I wanted to let him have fun with his career.” Gabi pushed back Frej.

“I'm Gabi.” She said to the man with a twinkle in her eye.

“Jonas.”

“Har hon verkligen måste få exciterade?” Frej sighed.

“Why didn't you tell me, Frej?”

“Because you wouldn't believe me. I had to show you.”

Jonas walked past Gabi to where Freja was flopped on the bed. Laying beside her, he kissed her neck and watched as the edges of her lips tugged into a smile.

“So, when he said 'I missed you'... That was what that meant... He saw you and knew no one in Vegas could speak Swedish.”

“Ja.” Freja said softly not even paying attention to her friend. She looked into Jonas' eyes and touched her palm to his face.

“Jag älskar dig.” Freja said, as she pushed her lips to his.

Seeing what was going on and how Jonas positioned his body on top of Frej's, Gabi decided that maybe it was time to go to her own room.

“Um, I'm leaving now.” She said nervously.

“Jag förmodligen inte kommer att komma tillbaka till rummet.” Freja mumbled, not noticing to whom she was talking to.

Her eyes were shut tightly and Jonas was in between her legs, softly kissing and biting her neck. They heard the door shut softly and footsteps walking away. Jonas kissed his way to her stomach and lifted off her shirt.

“Jag har missat din kropp.” Jonas said to her as he dropped his head to her collar bone.

Freja's hands crept up under Jonas' shirt. She had always loved the feel of his smooth skin on hers. Even if it was after a sweat breaking show.

Taking off his shirt, Frej looked up at him and admired the sight she hasn't seen since she left Sweden in August. She sat up and met her lips with his, as she took her bra off for him. His eyes widened as he leaned his head down the her breasts and slipped one of her hard, ample nipples into his mouth.

Freja moaned and arched her body up to meet his. The feeling of Jonas rolling her nipple around in his mouth made her wet.

He let go and started his journey south, raking his teeth on her smooth pale skin. Unbuttoning her pants, Jonas pulled them and her panties off in one swift movement. A sigh of joy escaped his partners lips.

Jonas pulled her vaginal lips apart and rested his tongue on Freja's clit.

“J-Jonas...” She moaned softly.

He swirled his tongue around the sensitive piece of flesh, slipping two fingers in her as he did. Her body started to shake, and her inner walls were started to clamp down on his digits. Jonas knew that she was close.

“Kom, Freja.” Jonas spoke into her clit.

Freja's muscles tightened down on him and she let out a loud grunt. Her body started to shake, as Jonas quickly replaced his fingers with his now hardened cock. Another loud moan was released from her lips.

Pushing all the way in her, Jonas wrapped Freja's legs around his waist and laid on top of her. His hips made small smooth thrusting movements in and out of the girl. The singers hands wrapped around Frej's shoulders, allowing him to push her down onto his self.

“Jonas...” She moaned softly one last time as the Heavens opened up and brought forth her orgasm. He left her shut tight around his length.

“No, no, Freja. Not yet.” He said in English, even though he knew that, doing what he did would bring her even more off the edge.

Her eyes shut and her body started to shake as she went into a euphoria of bliss. Never in her life had she met a man that could do to her what Jonas did.

He felt a tight pull in the bottom in his stomach and the world, all of a sudden, seemed to stop spinning. Pulling out of her, quickly, Jonas came on her belly.

Jonas flopped down in bed next to her, as Freja wrapped herself around his body, exusted. She looked at his clock and smiled.

“Happy New Year, Jonas.”

“Happy New Year, Freja.”

Translations:

Vad i helvete. - What the Hell.

Jag har saknat dig. - I missed you

Jag har någon som jag vill att du ska träffa. - I have someone I want you to meet.

Vem är det? - Who is it?

En vän från universitetet. - A friend from university.

Har hon verkligen måste få exciterade? - Did she really need to get excited?

Ja. - Yes

Jag älskar dig. - I love you.

Jag förmodligen inte kommer att komma tillbaka till rummet. - I probably won't come back to the room.

Jag har missat din kropp. - I've missed your body.

Kom, Freja. - Come, Freja
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