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."
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.
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.
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.
"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.
"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.
"He's a fucking loser." Davy was getting furious and nearly told Sven that was why bitch bothered him so much but refrained. It would just upset him more than he already was from talking about him.
The touch did get a brief, if shocked, glance from Davy but he immediately pulled his gaze back to cooking. It wouldn't take long to finish and then he could sit down.
Sven nodded and didn't want to talk about Davy's father anymore because he could see it was upsetting the boy. Stepping back slightly, he wanted to give Davy some space to cook and cool down a little.
"I'm pretty hungry from last night. All those drinks we had."
It had been a good evening, overall, minus that fucking asshole pinching Davy's ass.
Davy's glad for the space for so many reasons right now. The word hungry though rattled around in his head as a thought other than food to the point it caused him to shiver.
"I forgot to eat yesterday." Davy was plating uo the food and didn't think much if it. Most people didn't see how skinny he was under the clothes. A lot of it was forgetting to eat more often than not.
"You're a naughty boy and one who needs to eat being an active rock star."
Sven wanted to look after Davy, making sure he ate regularly and healthily because he'd done this with Ulrik and other members of the Harlots, especially Hjalmar, who hardly ever ate, choosing booze over food.
"Call me a band dad and bitchy old nag but eating is important."
Davy felt those words in his spine somehow as a shiver. He couldn't take it and turned around with a piece of bacon in his fingers that he ate so lewdly that it was probably obscene. He was feeling all knotted up inside and thought the Swede should suffer right a long with him.
Sven's eyes slightly widened at watching Davy eat that piece of bacon so lewdly. It was causing his body to react and he felt a muscle twitch near his crotch just shy of his upper thigh. The Swede's mind delving straight into the gutter, imagining Davy's mouth on his cock...
"I'm sure you do. Do you like to eat a lot when you're hungry?"
The singer's words coming out more dirty because he couldn't help it.
Oh, such a fucking tease! Sven couldn't believe Davy was toying with him in this way, even though it was infuriating but also exciting and arousing. Sven took the plate with a wink and then set it down onto the table.
"I bet you get ravenous."
If Davy wanted to play this game the Sven would indulge him.
"You said you were the ravenous one." Davy mentioned as he picked up his plate and purposefully chose the seat beside Sven instead of across from him. "I can make more if you're still hungry after this."
"Oh, I am, sweetie. Hungry and wanting more always."
The Swede giving Davy some flirty side-eye as he sat and began eating, choosing to lick a line across his bacon piece before popping it into his mouth. His leg now touching against the guitarist's as they sat together. It was cute.
Sven was watching Davy play with his food and wondered if the boy liked using his fingers for other reasons which were now all dirty inside the Swede's head.
"You've got a cute smile."
Oh, Davy smiled! Sven loved it and realised it was the first time he'd seen the guitarist smile. It was just too bad Davy was only cooking today because the food really was delicious, as Sven began munching on his hash brown.
"Well don't get used to it." The tart was all back but not as serious as it had been.
Davy looked down at his plate and more importantly the glass topped table. Picking up his fork he shifted and crossed his legs. The silk robe opened and rode up. It left his one leg exposed to the knee and the other way up to his thigh. Davy went on as if he was doing nothing other than eating.
Sven wasn't going to give up slowly building trust with Davy because he could see the tart shield slowly coming down. The guitarist's smile was adorable and the Swede wanted to see more of it. Then, Davy shifted his legs and the robe fell open showing his thigh. Sven nearly choked on his toast. Fuck!
"Oh, your legs---so sexy, sweetie."
It was so hard not to run a hand up Davy's exposed thigh right now.
"And you're still annoying." Davy was nearly teasing now but it still had the usual tarty sass to it.
That choke and the wide eyes on the singer had Davy in a full on fit of laughter. He yanked the robe back over his legs. "I don't want you dying in my dining room. It's just a fucking leg."
Davy just shook his head "You are fucking desperate aren't you?"
"Aw, you think I am, peaches? Maybe you're not used to a hot guy fawning over your cute ass like I am."
Sven ate his toast and then licked his fingers clean. The tartiness was still there but at least the boy hadn't thrown the singer out or slapped him again. The laughing fit caused Sven to giggle a little because it was cute.
"I won't die, sweetie. It may be a fucking leg and yeah I might be desperate but I think you are too. We both haven't had anyone for a while so these things happen."
"There are too many trying." That was an honest answer and maybe part of his general annoyance though he hadn't put that together for himself yet. "Guys and girls and I don't want any of them."
At least he was being honest even if it sounded tarty.
"I'm not desperate for anything." Davy pushed his plate away to drink his coffee. He shook his head. "You're probably just pissed I won't just open my legs for you on demand like everyone else will." Davy gave him a snotty look. "Too fucking bad."
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on 2023-02-28 09:08 pm (UTC)"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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on 2023-02-28 09:20 pm (UTC)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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on 2023-02-28 09:23 pm (UTC)"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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on 2023-02-28 09:28 pm (UTC)"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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on 2023-02-28 09:32 pm (UTC)"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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on 2023-02-28 09:35 pm (UTC)"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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on 2023-02-28 09:39 pm (UTC)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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on 2023-02-28 09:43 pm (UTC)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."
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on 2023-02-28 09:47 pm (UTC)The touch did get a brief, if shocked, glance from Davy but he immediately pulled his gaze back to cooking. It wouldn't take long to finish and then he could sit down.
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on 2023-02-28 09:49 pm (UTC)"I'm pretty hungry from last night. All those drinks we had."
It had been a good evening, overall, minus that fucking asshole pinching Davy's ass.
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on 2023-02-28 09:52 pm (UTC)"I forgot to eat yesterday." Davy was plating uo the food and didn't think much if it. Most people didn't see how skinny he was under the clothes. A lot of it was forgetting to eat more often than not.
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on 2023-02-28 09:56 pm (UTC)Sven wanted to look after Davy, making sure he ate regularly and healthily because he'd done this with Ulrik and other members of the Harlots, especially Hjalmar, who hardly ever ate, choosing booze over food.
"Call me a band dad and bitchy old nag but eating is important."
The Swede's eyes ghosting down over Davy's ass.
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on 2023-02-28 10:00 pm (UTC)"I eat enough when I do remember."
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on 2023-02-28 10:03 pm (UTC)"I'm sure you do. Do you like to eat a lot when you're hungry?"
The singer's words coming out more dirty because he couldn't help it.
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on 2023-02-28 10:04 pm (UTC)"I might eat more when I am done with this."
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on 2023-02-28 10:07 pm (UTC)"I bet you get ravenous."
If Davy wanted to play this game the Sven would indulge him.
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on 2023-02-28 10:11 pm (UTC)The Swede giving Davy some flirty side-eye as he sat and began eating, choosing to lick a line across his bacon piece before popping it into his mouth. His leg now touching against the guitarist's as they sat together. It was cute.
"Maybe I'm hungry for something other than food."
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on 2023-02-28 10:14 pm (UTC)"What a shame." Davy finally broke a smile, maybe the first one Sven had seen. "I'm only cooking today."
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on 2023-02-28 10:16 pm (UTC)"You've got a cute smile."
Oh, Davy smiled! Sven loved it and realised it was the first time he'd seen the guitarist smile. It was just too bad Davy was only cooking today because the food really was delicious, as Sven began munching on his hash brown.
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on 2023-02-28 10:19 pm (UTC)Davy looked down at his plate and more importantly the glass topped table. Picking up his fork he shifted and crossed his legs. The silk robe opened and rode up. It left his one leg exposed to the knee and the other way up to his thigh. Davy went on as if he was doing nothing other than eating.
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on 2023-03-01 03:21 pm (UTC)Sven wasn't going to give up slowly building trust with Davy because he could see the tart shield slowly coming down. The guitarist's smile was adorable and the Swede wanted to see more of it. Then, Davy shifted his legs and the robe fell open showing his thigh. Sven nearly choked on his toast. Fuck!
"Oh, your legs---so sexy, sweetie."
It was so hard not to run a hand up Davy's exposed thigh right now.
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on 2023-03-01 03:34 pm (UTC)That choke and the wide eyes on the singer had Davy in a full on fit of laughter. He yanked the robe back over his legs. "I don't want you dying in my dining room. It's just a fucking leg."
Davy just shook his head
"You are fucking desperate aren't you?"
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on 2023-03-01 03:41 pm (UTC)Sven ate his toast and then licked his fingers clean. The tartiness was still there but at least the boy hadn't thrown the singer out or slapped him again. The laughing fit caused Sven to giggle a little because it was cute.
"I won't die, sweetie. It may be a fucking leg and yeah I might be desperate but I think you are too. We both haven't had anyone for a while so these things happen."
The Swede telling the truth about how he felt.
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on 2023-03-01 03:48 pm (UTC)At least he was being honest even if it sounded tarty.
"I'm not desperate for anything." Davy pushed his plate away to drink his coffee. He shook his head. "You're probably just pissed I won't just open my legs for you on demand like everyone else will." Davy gave him a snotty look. "Too fucking bad."
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