Sven was snoring softly and didn't hear Joey or anyone else enter the room where both men were sleeping on the couch. The singer had his arm wrapped around Davy's waist, unconsciously sliding it around in a deep sleep. He'd had dirty dreams about the guitarist unknowingly to anyone else.
Shifting slightly, Sven groaned and buried his face into a soft neck. Davy's.
Joey couldn't do anything but stare as he listened to Davy grumble from being nuzzled. The guitarist burying his face farther into the Swede because there was light in the room and he hated it.
Eventually Joey pulled himself out of the shock to go get coffee.
Sven was still asleep close to Davy when a few of the Harlots came down to join Joey in the common room. Fredrik and Ulrik now seeking out a hot drink for the morning then freezing when they spotted Sven on the couch with Davy.
"He's sleeping next to him!---"
Fredrik now snorting out giggles while Ulrik shushed the loud bassist. Fredrik clapping a hand over his mouth, trying not to wake the two boys.
Joey turned around to look at who was laughing as he sipped the coffee.
"Do you think they banged each other last night?" He had to stifle his own laughter as he watched the two. Davy grumbling and nearly burying himself under Sven and his hair to try and blot out the light and sound.
Fredrik looked to Ulrik, since the guitarist knew his brother better than anyone else. Ulrik didn't actually know because Sven hadn't slept with anyone for such a long time. Maybe they did? But then they were still wearing their clothes.
"They're still dressed. Maybe they didn't?"
Fredrik wasn't sure either as he made himself and Ulrik some herbal tea. What a sight though! Wait until Ivar and Hjalmar found out about this.
Joey came closer and then got wide eyed as he pointed to the scratches on Sven's shoulder.
"He doesn't have a black eye but he has these." Joey was pointing.
Davy heard Joey but not anything distinct. Without moving much he reached back and hit him. It sent the bassist scurrying away and out of arm reach. "GO THE FUCK AWAY."
Sven awoke with a gasp and then heard all the commotion going on around both him and Davy. Oh---Joey and Fredrik. Ulrik was there too. Of course. They'd found Sven on the couch with Davy and were assuming things.
"Ngh--what time is it, sweets?"
Ulrik giggled when Joey dived backwards away from that slapping hand from Davy. Fredrik noticed the scratches on the singer and nodded. Maybe they had fucked while clothed? The bassist wasn't sure. Or they snuggled? Fredrik did that all the time with Mikkel but he was always naked.
"Too early." Davy grouchy and rubbed his face against Sven's chest to get the hair out of his face. He still hadn't registered everything that was happening.
"He's still lucky to not have black eyes." Joey commented from a safe distance. Whatever had happened the bassist was smirking at his guitarist cuddling with someone.
"Too early? Yeah--maybe. I think we've got an audience."
Sven knew that there were people around them but didn't care right now because he felt comfortable snuggled against Davy. Fredrik was giggling at Joey's comment about Sven getting a black eye from the guitarist. Ulrik was just happy his brother seemed to be finding someone close.
Davy held up a middle finger which caused Joey to laugh.
"It's my fucking bassist." Davy grouchy and buried himself more into Sven so that he could go back to sleep. It felt nice to lay here and he's still tired.
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Shifting slightly, Sven groaned and buried his face into a soft neck. Davy's.
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Eventually Joey pulled himself out of the shock to go get coffee.
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"He's sleeping next to him!---"
Fredrik now snorting out giggles while Ulrik shushed the loud bassist. Fredrik clapping a hand over his mouth, trying not to wake the two boys.
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"Do you think they banged each other last night?" He had to stifle his own laughter as he watched the two. Davy grumbling and nearly burying himself under Sven and his hair to try and blot out the light and sound.
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"They're still dressed. Maybe they didn't?"
Fredrik wasn't sure either as he made himself and Ulrik some herbal tea. What a sight though! Wait until Ivar and Hjalmar found out about this.
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"He doesn't have a black eye but he has these." Joey was pointing.
Davy heard Joey but not anything distinct. Without moving much he reached back and hit him. It sent the bassist scurrying away and out of arm reach. "GO THE FUCK AWAY."
It's a threat but mumbled against Sven's chest.
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"Ngh--what time is it, sweets?"
Ulrik giggled when Joey dived backwards away from that slapping hand from Davy. Fredrik noticed the scratches on the singer and nodded. Maybe they had fucked while clothed? The bassist wasn't sure. Or they snuggled? Fredrik did that all the time with Mikkel but he was always naked.
"They might have snuggled clothed?"
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"He's still lucky to not have black eyes." Joey commented from a safe distance. Whatever had happened the bassist was smirking at his guitarist cuddling with someone.
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Sven knew that there were people around them but didn't care right now because he felt comfortable snuggled against Davy. Fredrik was giggling at Joey's comment about Sven getting a black eye from the guitarist. Ulrik was just happy his brother seemed to be finding someone close.
"Ngh--you're nice and warm."
The singer stroking Davy's hair slightly.
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"It's my fucking bassist." Davy grouchy and buried himself more into Sven so that he could go back to sleep. It felt nice to lay here and he's still tired.