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"Come here."

Sven didn't need to say anything right now as he pulled in Davy for a hug. He didn't care if the boy bitched at him or slapped him even---he just had to do this. Davy needed love right now and a shoulder to lean and cry on if need be. Fuck, it was rough for the kid. So young and having the whole fucking world dumped onto his shoulders.

"It's ok, sweetie. Cry if you need to cry. We all do it."

The Swede knowing he held his brother in his arms many times after their parents died. Ulrik just a young boy at ten years old.

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Davy didn't say anything or hold Sven in return. He just laid there against Sven's chest like a broken puppet. It was too much pressure and too many emotions in conflict but this felt good.

After a few minutes Davy let out a deep breath as he felt a little calm come back. He did want this to feel as good as this did but he needed it. He needed to just not be the one taking care if everything around him fir a few moments.

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Sven held Davy close, just being there for him, stroking his hair gently, wanting to comfort the boy. The Swede would hold the guitarist for as long as need be just to make sure he was ok. No words were needed right now because Davy was going through turmoil and the singer could tell.

The poor kid.

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After awhile Davy's breath started to calm down and he scooted closer to get comfortable. As he calmed down he started to feel exhausted and drifting close to sleeping against the Swede. As his mind started to shut off from falling asleep he wrapped his arm around Sven to hold on. He's not exactly aware of it. Half asleep it feels right.

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Sven stroked Davy's back gently, just letting the boy relax and feel comfortable. The arm wrapping around his body felt good and Sven couldn't help but smile. It felt nice. After all the deflection and rejection---this felt really good.

"It's alright. Du är trygg med mig."

The Swede using some of his own language to sooth the poor boy.

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Davy might have fallen completely asleep but his phone buzzed on the table and brought him to. The guitarist sat up and stared at Sven for a moment. He felt foolish and didn't want to admit it felt good. Instead he picked up his phone.

"Do you need a ride back?" Davy was typing a message to someone. "I have to go to where you're staying to pick up Joey for work in a few hours."

Davy was having a hard time looking at Sven now because he wanted to curl back up with him but he couldn't let himself. He didn't trust it.

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Sven sat and rested with Davy until he woke up. The phone now buzzing on the table in front of them both meaning someone was trying to contact the guitarist. The Swede didn't want to get up because having the boy close to him like this felt so good.

"I don't want to get up from here because you feel nice."

Sighing, Sven knew he'd have to get up.

"I don't mind, sweetie. If you need to do things with your band then I won't get in your way. We can go back to the apartment complex if you want."

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Davy looked away when Sven said it felt nice. It did feel good to lay against the singer but he didn't want to think about it right now.

"I don't have to for a few hours." Davy glanced up at the clock in the room and then wanted to face palm when he realized Sven would be getting out of his car at the same time Joey, and probably the others, were getting in. The teasing would know no end.

"Do you still want your nails done?" Davy finally looked up and gave the Swede a tarty smirk. "I know you just want it so I have to hold your hands."

The tardiness was slowly turning from angry to teasing and snotty. Davy was slowly accepting Sven's presence but it would still take a lot more time.

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"I'd love my nails to be done by you, cutie."

Sven was happy Davy was slowly beginning to trust him little by little as they spent more time with one another. This was at least a start. He winked at the boy and then wiggled his chipped nails whilst giggling a little. The last time anyone had done his nails was Ivar and that was at least a week ago.

"Sorry they're so shit right now."

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Davy looked at his nails and scowled. "You boys don't know how to take care of them."

He let out a sigh and took Sven's hand to give it a disappointed look. "Wait a minute."

He grumbled as he got up and went back in his room. He reappeared with some lotions and other things. "Your skin is shitty. I'm glad you kept these rough and paws off my legs."

He's flat out harassing the singer now even if it sounds bitchy and vaguely insulting.

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"I've been neglecting them lately. That's my fault."

Sven had been busy performing and other things so he hadn't taken care of his nails and skin like he should. When he was a model there wasn't a day gone by when he'd forgo looking after his appearance because his job relied on it.

"You're telling me off? So cute."

The Swede found Davy to be such a cute tarty boy and he didn't mind that the guitarist wanted to look after him. It was very touching.

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Davy handed over the polish remover and some towels. "Take the polish off."

Davy shook his head. "I'm telling you I don't want dirty, right hands on my legs. They're to soft for it." He broke into a grin and knew he was being a tease but he's testing the water, slowly. He is lonely even if he refuses to admit it.

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"Ok, sweets. Oh, so you think your prissy legs are too good for my hands?"

Sven raised a playful brow and stuck his tongue out at the guitarist. He was so adorable when he was being a prissy tart. The teasing was causing a warm feeling to rise inside Sven and he realised he liked it. Was this his type now? Younger, tarty, prissy and slightly bitchy? It would seem so.

"Sort me out, peaches."

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"Don't you think they deserve the best?" He was being snotty but turned to start working on getting the old polish off Sven's nails.davy had naturally long nails that made playing harder but he didn't care.

"Don't think you get to touch my legs just because I'm taking care of this mess." Davy stuck his tongue right back out at Sven like they were bratty children.

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Sven held still so that Davy could set to work removing the old polish from his chipped nails. They were in a fucking state and the singer had received comments from Ivar about how worn they were.

"They do deserve the best because they belong to a cute, prissy boy."

Giggling at Davy sticking his tongue out, Sven liked seeing this playful side in the boy.

"Ivar is my roomate and he tells me off for not picking up my clothes sometimes. That and the state of my nails."

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Davy worked precisely and thoroughly. He had lots of practice doing this and tool pride in his own.

"You do that here and I'll slap you up side the head like I do the other three." Davy is serious. Not only was he prissy but he hated mess too.

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"You don't think I get it in the neck from my band mates? Don't worry, sweets, I won't make mess here."

Sven tried not to make the place a wreck back at the apartment but sometimes he was either too tired or just lazy. Ivar was chill but sometimes he got pissed off and threw underwear at Sven. He could see Davy was the prissy type like some of the tour members. Lars and Ragnar came to mind along with Gilly and maybe some others.

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"I bet you do but they are nothing like me."

Davy started to laugh while he worked. He got the polish off and then wiped down Sven's hands. He felt vaguely nervous all the sudden as he got the hand cream. It was so strange but he pushed the feelings aside and started rubbing the lotion into Sven's hand and up on the wrist.

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"You're right, they're not. You're a special kind of prissy cutie."

The laugh made Sven feel warm all over because it made a change to hear Davy laughing and happy instead of upset and withdrawn. Sven watched the guitarist carefully as he got his hands cleaned with cream. The lotion was cool against his skin which caused the singer to gasp a little.

"You feel nice."

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Davy looked up from where he was massaging the lotion into Sven's fingers.

"I knew you just wanted to touch my hands." Davy smiled a little more than he had been and got a towel to wipe the excess lotion off Sven"s hands.

"Do I get to pick the color?"

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"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?

"Yes. You pick, peaches."

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"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.

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"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.

"Go wild. I trust you."

Oh? Neon, glittery polish? Sven grinned.

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"If you were trying to be, you failed."

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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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.