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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.

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Davy sighed from the other room and realized he was going to have company for the rest of the day, maybe.

"Coffee?" Davy was busy making coffee and trying to push his hair out of his face. His hair was a mess and probably make up too since he forgot to wash it off before sleeping.

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"I'd love some, thank you, honey."

Sven hadn't bothered to wash his make-up off his face either. It wasn't as much as what Davy wore but still he needed to have a shower. Maybe the guitarist would let him wash before he got dressed?

"Can I use your shower, sweetie?"

Pushing himself up a bit more on the couch, Sven then noticed Davy's black silken robe. Fuck! Oh---oh god. It was so hot and the boy wearing it to match. Was he---wearing anything underneath?

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"I'll make more."

Davy had already poured a cup for himself and he was chugging that to make his head feel better.

He vaguely pointed off to the side toward a door. "Over there." He had a bathroom in his bedroom but that was Sam's and the common bathroom. There were towels and what not in there. He hadn't noticed anything about Sven yet or realized he was staring either. Davy was used to dressing like this in the morning.

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"Thanks, cutie."

Sven got up and walked naked to the bathroom, as he often did in front of his band mates sharing an apartment room. He didn't think anything of it walking naked in another boy's house because Davy had surely seen another boy naked. Closing the bathroom door, Sven got to showering.

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A few minutes later the Swede came out wearing a towel tied around his waist drying his hair off with a towel.

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Davy heard Sven get up and turned around because he expected him to be coming out for coffee. He was not expecting him to walk past naked. The guitarist stared, slack jawed, then turned back to the sink trying to pull himself back together.

He heard Sven coming in again after his shower and didn't dare turn around to look. He busied himself washing up the few dishes in the sink.

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"Hey, sweetie. Thanks for making more coffee."

Sven now walking up to Davy still dressed in his towel because he hadn't got dressed yet. More, he wanted to tease the boy with his naked body and to see if he could get a reaction out of the guitarist.

"Did you sleep ok?"

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"There's milk and sugar if you use it."

Davy didn't want to look because he had this feeling that Sven hadn't dressed. He hadn't walked into the living room where his clothes probably were.

"I slept fine." Davy sounds tense but he can't help it though he is busying himself with drying the dishes.

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Sven nodded as he gave Davy a wink even though the boy wasn't looking at him. Was he put off by having the Swede walking around naked in his apartment? The singer made his coffee then went to get changed, sliding into his usual tight pants and boots leaving his shirt off for the moment.

"Do you need help with the dishes, sweetie?"

The singer now walking back into the kitchen, hoping Davy wasn't too tense.

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Davy wasn't offended at all by it? Probably the exact opposite.

"I'm fine." He finally turned around and kept his eyes up at Sven's face. "Do you want breakfast?"

Davy is still tense and it's showing.

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Sven didn't want to press so just offered a friendly smile as he pushed a hand through his blond hair. Oh, the boy was so fucking cute! The singer just wanting to pull the boy close and snuggle into that mass of dark hair.

"If you're having some, I wouldn't mind."

Anything to be close to Davy. Sven now attaching his sweat bands to his wrists as well as his headband.

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Davy couldn't resist any longer and his eyes flickered down Sven's body. Instantly he regretted it because his body suddenly felt hot.

"Eggs?" He turned away and tried to help his back to Sven. He didn't want or need this right now.

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"Eggs? Sounds good to me, peaches."

Sven caught that glimpse to his body from Davy and instantly felt like letting out a pleased giggle but refrained. The boy was so cute and giving off signals to the Swede. Turning his back and trying not to act awkward. Did this mean he liked the singer?

"I'm sure you're good with your hands doing the cooking."

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Davy was trying not to act awkward as he headed to the fridge to get things out for breakfast. He could feel the phantom reminder of the kiss the night before and he wanted to turn on Sven but to kiss him or slap him was up for debate. He hated this weak feeling and it was why he shoved so many away.

"I'm used to cooling for the others." It was casual conversation and a distraction while he tried to get his mind off Sven standing shirtless somewhere behind him.

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Sven couldn't help but stare at Davy's ass through the thin fabric of his silken robe. Oh fuck. He ached to touch the boy's ass and get up close to him but he knew that wouldn't be the best move right now.

"I bet you're good at it. When both our parents died I cooked for myself and Ulrik."

The Swede finished attaching his headband and then felt his mind wandering back towards that silk dressing gown Davy was wearing. He had nothing on underneath.

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Davy was trying his best to ignore that Sven was in the same room.

"I used to cook all the time for my mother after my dad fucked off to wherever."

He shrugged and focused on cooking so intently though he paused to pull his hair back into a ponytail away from the food.

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Sven's face hardened slightly at hearing what Davy was saying about his father being useless. It would seem the boy had a lot of responsibility thrust upon him at an early age with his father not being around.

"Sorry to hear about your father being useless."

The Swede watching Davy cook and put his hair up into a ponytail. The singer found him so cute and that robe---fuck! It was lewd.

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"He treated my mother like shit when she started getting sick. It's better he's gone." Davy was serious and the anger in his voice is so much more intense than Sven had heard before, even when he got slapped.

Davy just busied himself cooking eggs, bacon and some hashbrowns. He tried to eat well when he had a moment but the truth was he often forgot to feed himself.

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"Fuck. That is not cool at all, sweetie. It sounds better now that he's fucked off."

Sven just couldn't help but want to comfort the guitarist by touching his shoulder, squeezing briefly and then letting go. That anger was clear to the singer who knew Davy must be frustrated over it. The smell of the breakfast smelled good and Sven was looking forward to eating with Davy.

"That smells good."