"You know it, sweets. But also watching you do my nails is relaxing too."
The Swede spread his fingers so that Davy could wipe off the excess stuck between his digits. It was cute having the boy do this for him. As for colours---good question. What would suit him best?
"Anything to get your hands on me?" He laughed again and it was happening easier. The shield was still there in his emotions but at least he could relax a little.
"Are you sure?" Davy started digging around and pulling out neon, glittery polish. It was Syn's favorites and if given free reign Davy was going to have fun.
"I guess I'm not that subtle. You're so fucking sweet."
Sven giggled and the nodded. He wanted Davy to have free roam on his nails because this was about trust building as much as having fun together. The Swede wasn't fussed what colour the guitarist would pick since he often changed his nails to what suited his mood.
Davy started by cleaning up Sven' cuticles and skin around his nails. It was such a dirty mess that Davy made a sort of disgusted face at it. He could get to painting in a minute.
Sven just giggled because he knew his subtlety was bound to fail because he was giving off signals to the guitarist. Oh, but it was fun getting closer to Davy because he was so cute, albeit a tarty princess.
"Sorry they're a mess, sweetie. Ivar told me I should clean them more."
The Swede watched what Davy was doing with interest and found himself gazing at those full tarty lips.
Davy glanced up at the Swede. "He's right. They're disgusting."
Davy continued cleaning Sven's nails and moved on to filing them into shape.
"Do you really think I'd want hands this unkempt on my legs?" Davy smirked because he wasn't about to let Sven live down the way he choked over seeing his bare leg.
"Disgusting? Really? Oh, I wouldn't go that far, peaches!"
Sven just faked a gasp but then laughed. They weren't in the best shape but the singer didn't think they were disgusting as Davy thought. Such a prissy tart he was.
"You're still on about me staring at your legs while you wore that sheer fucking robe? I know you did it to get me going."
"Dead skin. Everyone has that on their body, babe. When we work hard we shed more of it and I've been performing and doing photo shoots on the side."
Sven knew he'd neglected his nails but didn't want to indulge Davy because he'd use it as fuel against the Swede. It was cute how prissy and tarty the boy really was. Fussy? It would seem so.
"You always wear it to tease people with you mean. I could see the outline of your ass in it."
Davy held up his hands and shrugged. "I don't." Despite playing guitar constantly his hands were soft and almost callous free. Some would say that Davy was obsessive over the cleanliness of himself and his space but Davy didn't care what others said.
"You didn't have to stare at my ass." Davy threw back at the singer. "I don't tease anyone. I'm just dressing to be comfortable." That was honest. He might have exposed his legs on purpose but he hadn't chose the robe to tease Sven. It was just what he grabbed in the morning.
Sven couldn't help but smile and shake his head slightly at the guitarist's behaviour. What a tart he was. The Swede put him in the same league as Gilly, Lars, Tordis and some of the other prissy ones.
"Ok, sweetie, I believe you. It's just hard not to stare at such a perfectly round ass when it's close to me."
Gods, this boy was such a prissy bitch! Not that Sven was going to use the word bitch anymore because he knew how much it upset Davy. Tart was allowed though as far as he knew. The singer letting out a snort of amusement because Davy was so cute in what he was coming out with.
"Fine. Whatever you say, hot cakes. I didn't think it bothered you--having a hot guy walking around your house naked. I have decency too in my own way."
The boy had to have stared. Sven wasn't taking any of Davy's bullshit saying otherwise.
"You mean some stranger trying to get in my pants walking naked in my house." Davy corrected because that was still the truth. Sven was more or less a stranger still even if he had spent the night on the couch.
"I don't believe you." Davy started painting Sven's nails with bright pink glitter. "You're a singer and a model. There's no decency." It might have sounded insulting if it wasn't for the smirk on Davy's face as he worked. He's fallen into a rhythm of teasing the Swede every chance he gets.
Sven watched Davy paint his nails with bright pink glitter and noticed how well the colour suited him. The guitarist had a good sense in what the singer liked.
"I can be pretty indecent when I want to be."
The Swede licking his lips dirtily while staying still for the guitarist. Was he being filthy? Of course. It was too easy not to tease Davy while he was working and being a tarty boy.
"No shit. You did just wander my house naked this morning."
Davy definitely noticed that lick and raised a brow. Smirking he put the lid of the pink polish between his teeth, holding it in his mouth while he got the brush to add some bright blue and yellow patterns on Sven's nails. If that was the game Davy felt comfortable enough to play along.
"Yeah, I did. It's what I do everywhere, sweet cheeks."
Sven watched Davy closely to see what he was doing and noticed the boy was playing along slightly. The coloured patterns were a nice added touch to his nails as Sven smirked, loving how cute Davy looked while concentrating.
"And you wonder why I have problems with older men around the young members of my band?" Davy sighed heavily. It was so nerve wracking but he trusted Sam to look after Syn and Mikkel too. At least that let him be calmer than he would with the band baby being away.
Davy kept working and put the polish cap aside. "I don't appreciate your flattery when I know a lot of it is just you trying to get me in bed."
That was a serious response as he moved on to the other hand. Davy was standoffish still even if he was opening up a little. He could feel the pressure of Sven wanting him and he wasn't sure if he was comfortable with it right now.
"Relax, peaches. Also, I was being serious when I said you're cute. Don't be afraid to enjoy a compliment because I don't just want to get into your pants and bed. I want to get to know you like any other boy would."
Sven was being serious himself because Davy seemed to have a fixed view on older men around his band members. A negative one because of what might have happened with his band. The Swede sighing slightly because the boy was infuriating but cute at the same time.
"You really don't know shit about LA do you?" Davy shook his head and kept working. He's not surprised that someone from another country doesn't understand the scene here.
Davy just kept working and went back to clear coat the first set of nails now that they were dry.
"I do my own and the rest of the band all the time." Davy shrugged. "We're a new band. We have to look perfect to get anywhere."
"Maybe I don't. Us Scandis aren't as bad as some of the others in the LA glam scene from what I've heard. We don't all just prey on young boys for kicks and use them as sex toys. We care and we love. Yes, we can be trashy and loud but we take pride in our feeling of being close and looking out for one another. Age gaps mean little on our tour and we have boys dating men who are thirty years old than them and they are happy."
Sven had to get that out in the open because it was bugging him. More, he wanted Davy to know that just because an older man loved a younger boy it didn't make them bad.
"I know how you feel. We were the same when we first started up in the Swedish glam scene."
Davy stopped what he was doing to look up at Sven. "You know they all say the same damned thing and none of you have acted much differently since I've met some of you." Davy sighed. "Even you just grabbed me and kissed me while I was drunk without even caring to know if I was interested."
Davy isn't even being sassy right now. Sven had crossed a line without asking or even getting any feedback that said Davy was interested enough to start making out on the couch. He didn't mind the company but that had diminished a bit of the trust that was being built.
"Do they expect you to fuck a bunch of girls to prove you're worth promoting?" Davy had run into it and frowned. "They especially expect it from the singer."
Which was a sticking point for the guitarist for sure. It didn't help his stance on the others coming in on the band.
"Get to know us all and you'll understand. We're not all predatory monsters. We're good-hearted men who care and protect."
Sven wasn't going to say more on that because Davy would soon come to understand the tour members were good people, even if they did act drunk and lewd at times. Some more than others.
"I know what you mean. The glam scene can be a fucking brutal place for any young musician or singer to get into. The pressures, expectations---they can be bullshit. As for us singers---we're the front men who have to exhibit a certain type of behaviour to "fit in." I've never fucked a girl in my life and don't intend to. I don't give a shit what the glam scene think of me or anyone else. I am who I am and live free."
"Sven!" Davy put down everything and was getting clearly frustrated. "You followed me home while I was drunk, expected to sleep in my bed and kissed me without even asking or knowing what I wanted. You need to check your fucking behavior toward other people. I don't want sex and I don't want you fucking coming on to me all over the place. I barely know who the fuck you are."
The claws were back out but not without reason. This was getting deep into how Davy got attracted to others and he hated feeling pressured or the constant feeling of being persuaded. Though Sven was better behaved than many it still ticked the guitarist off.
Davy turned away from Sven to work on his own nails since the singer's were done. "So you do understand. Now imagine looking after three underaged kids that everyone expects to do all of that to the point they try to lure them out and separate us." The claws weren't out as much now. "So don't question my behavior. You have no damned idea what you are talking about, not here, and not with us. Maybe you should stop trying to tell me what it's like and actually take interest in what goes down here."
Davy perceived some of this as arrogance that he often saw from older musicians. He hated being treated like a clueless kid that needed to be told what was really going on or that other people's experiences were his own.
Sven just stared at Davy for a good few moments and sighed. What was the point in arguing with the boy anyway? The guitarist obviously had reasons for acting the way he did and the compliments the singer were giving him were not getting him anywhere but reflected back in his face.
"I'm not questioning your behaviour. Fine. I'll play it your way. Yes, we're new to LA and the glam scene so you have one up on us and more experience. I'm sorry and I didn't mean to insult you or pressure you."
The Swede looked down at his nails and sighed slowly. Fuck! The boy was infuriating but cute. Sven kept telling himself that as he let Davy vent what he needed to. There was nothing wrong with what he was saying but the singer didn't even know what to say right now.
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The Swede spread his fingers so that Davy could wipe off the excess stuck between his digits. It was cute having the boy do this for him. As for colours---good question. What would suit him best?
"Yes. You pick, peaches."
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"Are you sure?" Davy started digging around and pulling out neon, glittery polish. It was Syn's favorites and if given free reign Davy was going to have fun.
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Sven giggled and the nodded. He wanted Davy to have free roam on his nails because this was about trust building as much as having fun together. The Swede wasn't fussed what colour the guitarist would pick since he often changed his nails to what suited his mood.
"Go wild. I trust you."
Oh? Neon, glittery polish? Sven grinned.
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Davy started by cleaning up Sven' cuticles and skin around his nails. It was such a dirty mess that Davy made a sort of disgusted face at it. He could get to painting in a minute.
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"Sorry they're a mess, sweetie. Ivar told me I should clean them more."
The Swede watched what Davy was doing with interest and found himself gazing at those full tarty lips.
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Davy continued cleaning Sven's nails and moved on to filing them into shape.
"Do you really think I'd want hands this unkempt on my legs?" Davy smirked because he wasn't about to let Sven live down the way he choked over seeing his bare leg.
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Sven just faked a gasp but then laughed. They weren't in the best shape but the singer didn't think they were disgusting as Davy thought. Such a prissy tart he was.
"You're still on about me staring at your legs while you wore that sheer fucking robe? I know you did it to get me going."
The blond raising a brow.
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Davy was prissy. He hated things being dirty, including other people. Sven might have to work harder than usual to get close to Davy.
"I wore it because it is what I always wear." Davy shook his head while he buffed Sven's nails. "You keep on dreaming I'm trying to flirt with you."
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Sven knew he'd neglected his nails but didn't want to indulge Davy because he'd use it as fuel against the Swede. It was cute how prissy and tarty the boy really was. Fussy? It would seem so.
"You always wear it to tease people with you mean. I could see the outline of your ass in it."
Gods, it made the blond hard.
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"You didn't have to stare at my ass." Davy threw back at the singer. "I don't tease anyone. I'm just dressing to be comfortable." That was honest. He might have exposed his legs on purpose but he hadn't chose the robe to tease Sven. It was just what he grabbed in the morning.
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Sven couldn't help but smile and shake his head slightly at the guitarist's behaviour. What a tart he was. The Swede put him in the same league as Gilly, Lars, Tordis and some of the other prissy ones.
"Ok, sweetie, I believe you. It's just hard not to stare at such a perfectly round ass when it's close to me."
Fuck, he couldn't help it!
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Davy didn't care what Sven thought about what he did.
"At least I am not as bad as you walking naked in my house." Davy started getting the polish ready. "I have some decency."
Of course, Davy had been staring but he wasn't going to admit that.
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"Fine. Whatever you say, hot cakes. I didn't think it bothered you--having a hot guy walking around your house naked. I have decency too in my own way."
The boy had to have stared. Sven wasn't taking any of Davy's bullshit saying otherwise.
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"I don't believe you." Davy started painting Sven's nails with bright pink glitter. "You're a singer and a model. There's no decency." It might have sounded insulting if it wasn't for the smirk on Davy's face as he worked. He's fallen into a rhythm of teasing the Swede every chance he gets.
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"I can be pretty indecent when I want to be."
The Swede licking his lips dirtily while staying still for the guitarist. Was he being filthy? Of course. It was too easy not to tease Davy while he was working and being a tarty boy.
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Davy definitely noticed that lick and raised a brow. Smirking he put the lid of the pink polish between his teeth, holding it in his mouth while he got the brush to add some bright blue and yellow patterns on Sven's nails. If that was the game Davy felt comfortable enough to play along.
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Sven watched Davy closely to see what he was doing and noticed the boy was playing along slightly. The coloured patterns were a nice added touch to his nails as Sven smirked, loving how cute Davy looked while concentrating.
"You're cute when you concentrate on things."
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Davy kept working and put the polish cap aside. "I don't appreciate your flattery when I know a lot of it is just you trying to get me in bed."
That was a serious response as he moved on to the other hand. Davy was standoffish still even if he was opening up a little. He could feel the pressure of Sven wanting him and he wasn't sure if he was comfortable with it right now.
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Sven was being serious himself because Davy seemed to have a fixed view on older men around his band members. A negative one because of what might have happened with his band. The Swede sighing slightly because the boy was infuriating but cute at the same time.
"You're doing a good job."
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Davy just kept working and went back to clear coat the first set of nails now that they were dry.
"I do my own and the rest of the band all the time." Davy shrugged. "We're a new band. We have to look perfect to get anywhere."
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Sven had to get that out in the open because it was bugging him. More, he wanted Davy to know that just because an older man loved a younger boy it didn't make them bad.
"I know how you feel. We were the same when we first started up in the Swedish glam scene."
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Davy isn't even being sassy right now. Sven had crossed a line without asking or even getting any feedback that said Davy was interested enough to start making out on the couch. He didn't mind the company but that had diminished a bit of the trust that was being built.
"Do they expect you to fuck a bunch of girls to prove you're worth promoting?" Davy had run into it and frowned. "They especially expect it from the singer."
Which was a sticking point for the guitarist for sure. It didn't help his stance on the others coming in on the band.
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Sven wasn't going to say more on that because Davy would soon come to understand the tour members were good people, even if they did act drunk and lewd at times. Some more than others.
"I know what you mean. The glam scene can be a fucking brutal place for any young musician or singer to get into. The pressures, expectations---they can be bullshit. As for us singers---we're the front men who have to exhibit a certain type of behaviour to "fit in." I've never fucked a girl in my life and don't intend to. I don't give a shit what the glam scene think of me or anyone else. I am who I am and live free."
That was the honest truth.
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The claws were back out but not without reason. This was getting deep into how Davy got attracted to others and he hated feeling pressured or the constant feeling of being persuaded. Though Sven was better behaved than many it still ticked the guitarist off.
Davy turned away from Sven to work on his own nails since the singer's were done. "So you do understand. Now imagine looking after three underaged kids that everyone expects to do all of that to the point they try to lure them out and separate us." The claws weren't out as much now. "So don't question my behavior. You have no damned idea what you are talking about, not here, and not with us. Maybe you should stop trying to tell me what it's like and actually take interest in what goes down here."
Davy perceived some of this as arrogance that he often saw from older musicians. He hated being treated like a clueless kid that needed to be told what was really going on or that other people's experiences were his own.
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"I'm not questioning your behaviour. Fine. I'll play it your way. Yes, we're new to LA and the glam scene so you have one up on us and more experience. I'm sorry and I didn't mean to insult you or pressure you."
The Swede looked down at his nails and sighed slowly. Fuck! The boy was infuriating but cute. Sven kept telling himself that as he let Davy vent what he needed to. There was nothing wrong with what he was saying but the singer didn't even know what to say right now.
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