Sven nodded and wiggled his fingers feeling the polish begin to dry and harden on his nails. They looked really good and this cheered the Swede up a little. He did feel sorry for Davy though when he said he got treated like shit because no one should be pressured for sex.
"That's wrong and I'm sorry people treat you that way when you're a really nice person. Sex shouldn't be forced onto anyone if they don't want it."
The singer did understand where Davy was coming from wanting to be a private man and not someone who was extrovert like others. He nodded at the admission as he blew on his sparkly nails.
"You tried the same shit on me." Davy mentioned but it was more of a jab than an insult. He realized that Sven didn't know any better and most people didn't.
It wasn't so much he was private as much as needing to trust people to be there when he was vulnerable, asleep, or anything like that.
"I can redo them before they get as bad as they were." Davy smiled slightly. He was trying to make Sven understand that he didn't hate him but he did need him to back off a little for now.
"I know I did and I feel bad for doing so. Sorry, sweetie."
Sven felt bad for shoving himself onto Davy when it was clear the guitarist needed time and space. He wasn't a jump in the bed type like the Swede's past boyfriends. It was more just a habit he'd gotten into back when he did date.
"I'd like that, thank you."
The Swede appreciated that Davy wanted to do this for him after their heated words together.
"I'm not interested right now." Davy said those specific words because he did think the Swede was attractive but he needed time. It was an open offer of sorts for Sven to check in again later if he was still around. Who knew if he would leave the country tomorrow or next week. That also put the American off from rushing into anything too, maybe even more so than usual.
"Anytime." Davy managed a small smile but wondered what they should do now that they had an argument of sorts.
"Ok well----I'd still like to see you because I like you but I respect what you want, cutie."
Sven felt deflated inside that Davy wasn't interested in being with him. He'd never had a boy say this to him so it felt raw but he did understand why. Fuck. Had he blew it? Fucked up by being too forceful? Perhaps.
"Thanks for doing my nails though. They're really fucking cute."
Davy wondered what to do as well and then shrugged. "I have to be the band taxi this afternoon."
There's a hanging comment that he just can't bring himself to say, to invite Sven back if he wanted. He just stared at Sven for a moment in silence and then looked down at his nails.
"You should see what Sydney has me doing to his." Davy smiled because at least he didn't have to draw flowers and all sorts of other things.
"That's fine. You do a good job being band dad and band taxi. Also, nice SUV you've got. She was a nice ride."
Sven nodded and admired his freshly dried nails, glittering in the light. His heart felt heavy but there was always hope. Maybe Davy would want to see him again...
"I'm sure he gets you doing all sort of cute patterns."
The Swede knowing that Ivar had his eye on that cute boy but not mentioning that now.
"I suppose I should call a ride to get back to my apartment."
Davy hesitated and then looked away. "Joey said he wanted to go back to the apartments after work..." He left it hanging and didn't exactly invite Sven back but maybe he would speak those words lately.
"I can drop you off when I go to pick up Joey. I have to go soon." Davy mentioned and it wasn't just Joey, probably the whole band would want rides around.
"Ok, sweets. Whatever's easier for you. I don't want to be a burden on you and your band activities."
Sven offered the boy a friendly smile, even though he secretly just wanted to grab Davy and hug him but he knew he couldn't. The guitarist needed time and some space which Sven understood.
"I'm going that way anyway." Davy shrugged and wasn't sure what more to say.
"I'll be back around tonight around midnight or one." He mentioned since he couldn't bear to ask Sven back. This was a weird dance as they tried to work around both of their quirks. "Joey wants to go back to the apartments after work."
"I sleep late anyway, mostly just drinking with my band mates and talking."
Sven shared his room with Ivar and both men were seeking out City Charms boys. Who knew---maybe Ivar had gotten on with Syn better than Sven, who had fucking blown it this evening. He was feeling a little rotten for trashing the evening with his overblown ego and forced motives.
"Ok."
The singer didn't know what else to say because all he wanted to do was to get back to his room and get trashed out of his head so it would make the bad feelings go away.
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Sven nodded and wiggled his fingers feeling the polish begin to dry and harden on his nails. They looked really good and this cheered the Swede up a little. He did feel sorry for Davy though when he said he got treated like shit because no one should be pressured for sex.
"That's wrong and I'm sorry people treat you that way when you're a really nice person. Sex shouldn't be forced onto anyone if they don't want it."
The singer did understand where Davy was coming from wanting to be a private man and not someone who was extrovert like others. He nodded at the admission as he blew on his sparkly nails.
"My nails are so glam I love them."
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It wasn't so much he was private as much as needing to trust people to be there when he was vulnerable, asleep, or anything like that.
"I can redo them before they get as bad as they were." Davy smiled slightly. He was trying to make Sven understand that he didn't hate him but he did need him to back off a little for now.
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Sven felt bad for shoving himself onto Davy when it was clear the guitarist needed time and space. He wasn't a jump in the bed type like the Swede's past boyfriends. It was more just a habit he'd gotten into back when he did date.
"I'd like that, thank you."
The Swede appreciated that Davy wanted to do this for him after their heated words together.
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"Anytime." Davy managed a small smile but wondered what they should do now that they had an argument of sorts.
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Sven felt deflated inside that Davy wasn't interested in being with him. He'd never had a boy say this to him so it felt raw but he did understand why. Fuck. Had he blew it? Fucked up by being too forceful? Perhaps.
"Thanks for doing my nails though. They're really fucking cute."
The Swede just didn't know what else to say.
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There's a hanging comment that he just can't bring himself to say, to invite Sven back if he wanted. He just stared at Sven for a moment in silence and then looked down at his nails.
"You should see what Sydney has me doing to his." Davy smiled because at least he didn't have to draw flowers and all sorts of other things.
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Sven nodded and admired his freshly dried nails, glittering in the light. His heart felt heavy but there was always hope. Maybe Davy would want to see him again...
"I'm sure he gets you doing all sort of cute patterns."
The Swede knowing that Ivar had his eye on that cute boy but not mentioning that now.
"I suppose I should call a ride to get back to my apartment."
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"I can drop you off when I go to pick up Joey. I have to go soon." Davy mentioned and it wasn't just Joey, probably the whole band would want rides around.
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Sven offered the boy a friendly smile, even though he secretly just wanted to grab Davy and hug him but he knew he couldn't. The guitarist needed time and some space which Sven understood.
"Sounds good."
Adjusting his head band a little, Sven nodded.
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"I'll be back around tonight around midnight or one." He mentioned since he couldn't bear to ask Sven back. This was a weird dance as they tried to work around both of their quirks. "Joey wants to go back to the apartments after work."
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Sven shared his room with Ivar and both men were seeking out City Charms boys. Who knew---maybe Ivar had gotten on with Syn better than Sven, who had fucking blown it this evening. He was feeling a little rotten for trashing the evening with his overblown ego and forced motives.
"Ok."
The singer didn't know what else to say because all he wanted to do was to get back to his room and get trashed out of his head so it would make the bad feelings go away.