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The grumble was cute and Sven kept thoughts to himself as he got out of the car with Davy. The singer knew all about lugging kit around because he'd done it for years now with his own band.

"Well, sorry, sweetie but I think you're hot. I can help lug shit up if you want, I'm used to it."

Sven wasn't budging. He wanted to spend time with Davy and get to know the tarty guitarist.

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Davy went around the back to open the hatchback. He gave Sven a scowling look. "Well, you better because you can't stand around here and look pretty when I'm the pretty one."

Davy grabbed his guitars and slug them on his back before heading to the apartment to unlock the door. They had to hike to the second floor and put it all in the spare bedroom.

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"Relax, peaches. I've done this for years with my own band."

Sven just shook his head and shot the guitarist an amused smile. Such a fucking tart. That scowl though---that was hot. The boy needed to be ravished silly and Sven couldn't help imagine dirty things. Sven grabbed some of the other kit, amps and some bags and hefted it over his own back before following Davy into the apartment.

"Nice place you've got."

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He wasn't even responding. The apartment was furnished with basic things but there is a clear clash between Davy's all black, leather and lace aesthetic and Sam's bright, colorful aesthetic.

"It's mine and Sam's." Davy mentioned as he put his guitar cases on the table in the spare room. They would have to make a couple trips to get everything up.

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Sven nodded as he put the amps and bags on the same table as where Davy put his guitar cases. There was a decent amount of kit and the singer could understand wanting to store it somewhere safe away from opportune thieves.

"Sam is your drummer, isn't he?"

The Swede hadn't met Sam properly yet but no doubt Ivar would be meeting him back with Syn and the others. It was fun meeting a new band and one like City Charms with a wide range of personalities.

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"Yes. He went to school with Sydney." Davy went down to grab the rest of the equipment and the case of clothing that they used for stage.

He just wanted to get this up here and have a drink or nine.

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"That's cute. My younger brother is Ulrik and he's around Joey's age."

Sven assisted with carrying up whatever else was needed because he wanted to help Davy and not just stand around staring at him. Drinks could come after because it had been a fun ride so far. Getting slapped seemed to be something of a hobby for the trashy singer.

"You could do with a drink after all what's gone on tonight. I know I could do with one."

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Once they got everything was brought up and the car was locked Davy felt a little better but he still wanted to drink.

He went into the kitchen and came out with two glasses and a full bottle of tequila. Davy sat himself down on the couch and poured both of them drinks. "That's the usual around here."

Though most people didn't mess with Davy. Tonight was a different breed.

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Sven wiped some sweat from his brow from carrying up the heavy amps and equipment, pulling off his red headband he usually wore and stuffing it into his pocket. He would wash it once he got back to his apartment. The City Charm boys certainly liked their tequila it would seem.

"Tequila? Now, I know I'm in LA. Nice choice, sweetie."

The Swede sat down and appreciated that Davy was willing to share a drink with him and not just throw the singer out back onto the street.

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Davy gave Sven a surly look and refilled both of their glasses then started drinking out of the bottle.

"Its Joey always bringing it." He put the bottle down and took off his cowboy boots to be a little more comfortable.

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There goes a surly look. Did this guy ever relax and get out of bitch-mode? Sven did wonder but then he was a stranger in Davy's house so this wasn't a surprise. The boy was still in tart mode.

"Nice boots."

Sven noticing Davy's boots and genuinely liked how the boy dressed. Sipping his drink he did wonder how tonight would play out and if he would actually get to kiss the guitarist.

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"Thanks." He set his boots aside and went back to drinking out of the bottle.

"If you're going to take over my couch you might as well take yours off." Davy resigned himself to putting up with Sven for the night or at least until he went to sleep.

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"You're right. It's rude to wear boots on someone's couch anyway."

Sven nodded and removed his boots and set them aside somewhere close to the couch. Now he could wiggle his feet and take some of the pressure off his toes and sole. Oh, but Davy was so cute! How would the Swede be able to resist kissing him tonight? Sven knew he wouldn't.

"You've got such kissable lips, honey pie. I can't stop staring at them."

Fuck, he wanted to kiss the boy!

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Davy stretched his legs out and continued to drink. Glancing over at Sven he has such a bratty look for that comment.

"You can just keep on staring too." Davy might well slap him again, or thought he would feel that way if it happened. After earlier he's not sure he wants to be touched at all.

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Sven didn't want to push the whole issue regarding kissing or touching in case Davy slapped him and threw him out. But, what to do? It was infuriating trying to reason with this boy because he was such a bratty bitch. But Sven really liked him and thought his whole attitude was fucking sexy.

"Look but not touch? Oh, that's too much for me, sweetie. You big tease."

Sipping his drink, Sven loved the bratty looks he got given by the young American.

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Davy kept drinking and rolled his eyes.

"Are you going to pout?" Davy finally broke into the faintest smile, partially because he was starting to get drunk. He wanted to just drink himself to the point he would fall asleep.

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The rolling of the eyes. So much tarty bitch! Sven was getting more and more turned on by the guitarist's behaviour.

"Would you like me to, precious?"

The Swede making a pout with his full pink lips then offering a wink after. If the boy was getting drunk then perhaps his tart shield would falter and Sven could make a move. A kiss perhaps. The Swede then licked his lips lewdly in a display, wondering how Davy would take it.

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"You have been since you came to my table." Davy gave him a look and drank more.

"You're so fucking annoying." Davy stared at that lip lick with a tarty expression but his eyes were watching very closely. Sighing he just took another drink of tequila. He doesn't want to feel anything at all.

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"So what if I have? I can't help that you're so fucking hot and tarty."

Sven shrugged and downed his drink, setting his glass onto the table so his hands were free. He wanted to lean forwards and kiss those full bitchy lips. If Ivar were here he would be shoving the singer into the guitarist, giving him a little push. Sven knew he would have to act soon before the boy passed out drunk.

"I fucking can't help wanting you."

The words spilled out from the singer's mouth as he decided to fuck it all and kiss the boy, leaning close and sliding a hand behind Davy's neck, meeting the guitarist's lips with his own.

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"You said you were the hot one."

Davy rolled his eyes and took another drink before setting the bottle aside. He was starting to feel the booze. He could feel Sven shifting around beside him. It left him looking over just as Sven leaned in. He was about to say something until that hand slipped behind his neck. That touch caused the guitarist to gasp but he pulled away quickly.

He's grouchy but his pupils are blown wide and his chest falling fast and hard. It takes him a moment to recover but he's soon working on standing. He's a bit woozy from drinking so quickly and not exactly happy. "I don't know if you should stay."

He hasn't exactly thrown him out but the feelings are so conflicted now. Maybe he should just head to bed.

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"I am still the hot one but you're the cute one."

Sven leant back from the kiss, just seeing how Davy would react. The guitarist's chest falling fast and hard---did he like it? Then, the words came out of the American's lips caused Sven's feelings to plummet a little. Fuck. Not moving from his seat he swallowed thickly and hoped he hadn't fucked up his hopes of staying with Davy.

"Sorry---I couldn't help it. I've wanted to kiss you ever since we were back at the bar."

The singer believed telling the truth was the best thing.

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Davy is so confused and a little more drunk than he wants to be. A lot of it is that he liked that kiss, especially the feeling of that hand sliding around to the back of his neck.

"I'm going to bed." Davy shook his head and headed for his bedroom. There were blankets and pillows on the couch from Joey and Sydney staying over night. "you can stay there if you want."

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Sven understood the boy was going through a lot of emotion so nodded and poured himself another drink. Fuck! The kiss had felt good though. Really good. Just those few seconds made all the difference.

"Ok, sweetie. I'll make myself comfy. Sleep well."

The Swede got up to pick the blankets and pillows to make his makeshift bed up on the couch. Of course Sven wanted to sleep in Davy's bed but maybe that day would come soon. For now, he would be a sofa surfer.

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"Yeah, you too."

Davy went to bed and locked the bedroom door. He needed to sleep off the booze. He hated sleeping along but couldn't trust anyone enough, not a first. It left him having a rough night of tossing and turning when the booze didn't have him unconscious in the middle of the night.

By morning Davy was feeling a little better and without thinking he came out early in the morning in his usual morning attire. A long black robe with lace around the collar and sleeves. He had sort of forgotten about Sven and was startled at first seeing him on the couch. His head was a little fuzzy from the night before and he headed to the kitchen. He needed coffee. He'd just deal with the singer whenever he woke up.

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Sven was asleep when Davy came back down from his bedroom after his night's sleep. The Swede turning around and groaning a little, not wearing anything underneath the blankets as per usual since LA was so fucking hot. A few grunts and the singer was slowly coming to.

"Mm---what? Oh, hej----Davy?"

Rubbing his eyes, Sven sat up in the couch, pulling the blankets up to his belly and yawning. How was the boy feeling today? The memory of last night kissing the guitarist had stayed in Sven's mind, playing on his dreams, making them dirty and lewd.