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Sven finished rinsing off all the soap from his hair and realised he had bubbles stuck to the soft chest hair between his pecs. He turned to Davy and pushed them down his body because they tickled a bit.

"Thanks for doing this, honey."

The Swede standing facing Davy covered in a sheen of damp where he'd come out of the shower.

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Davy offered him the towels so he could dry off.

"You'd make the apartment smell." He made a face but it's more playful than honest. He's glad that Sven is feeling better.

"Are you still tired?" Davy wondered if the singer needed to sleep after being sick.

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Taking the towels with a nod, Sven began to dry himself off whilst keeping a close eye on Davy. He was such a cute prissy boy. As for making the apartment smell---there was truth in the guitarist's words.

"I want to make your apartment smell nice. Not that tired, no."

Sven wasn't his usual energetic self but he wasn't ready to sleep just yet.

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Davy was keeping his eyes up at Sven's face still. He couldn't look down and offered the Swede the pair of shorts.

"Are you feeling better?" Davy was still concerned about how the Swede was feeling.

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Pulling on the shorts, Sven nodded. They fit the Swede near perfectly and this made the blond happy.

"Better for having you as company but yes, thank you, cutie."

He had felt like shit coming through Davy's door at the beginning, then throwing up, but after having the shower it had helped his throbbing head. His stomach had settled down somewhat too.

"I don't feel as shit anymore."

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He smiled a bit when he saw the Swede was feeling a bit better.

"Do you want food now?" Davy was thinking about lunch when Sven had started to come over.

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"You know what? That's not a bad idea, sweetie. I've not eaten properly since yesterday evening because I was too trashed to remember."

Sven knew he should have eaten maybe but then the whole evening was a blur after a certain point. If Davy was going to eat himself then the singer would join him. It would be cute.

"Did you want me to eat with you?"

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"No more telling me to eat if you aren't." Davy scolded, bratty but playful.

"No, I am going to cook and eat without sharing." He rolled his eyes again and walked out toward the kitchen to see what they could make.

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"You're so fucking cute."

Sven had gotten used to the brattiness in Davy's voice. It was just the boy's way and the Swede found it adorable every time. Walking into kitchen following behind, Sven looked around and kept out of the way so the guitarist could make food.

"Now that my stomach has stopped being a bitch to me I'm ravenous."

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"You and that word..." Davy sighed at the word ravenous.

He was digging around in the refrigerator for something to make which left him bent over. "What do you feel like?"

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Fuck! As soon as Davy bent over while looking in the fridge, Sven swallowed hard. Those words too. "What do you feel like?" The Swede knew what he wanted---the boy right in front of him. It took everything in the singer to not grab Davy's hips and thrust his crotch up against the boy's ass.

"Surprise me, sweetie."

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Davy sighed and started pulling stuff out for sandwiches. "You're not helpful so you can make your own sandwich."

Davy also went to get some coffee because he needs it.

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Sven nodded, smiling at Davy because he was such a fucking cutie. Prissy and tarty at the same time. The Swede trying to push his thoughts away from dirty things as he began making a sandwich.

"Thanks, sweetie pie."

It wasn't long before Sven had made himself a ham and lettuce sandwich.

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Davy wasn't thinking about Sven, in part because he had kept his eyes off the Swede's naked body. The sandwich Davy made was stack high with lettuce, tomato, onion, ham... and he pulled down some chips.

"Hopefully it doesn't turn your stomach."

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"I didn't add too many things so am going for lettuce and ham for now."

Sven figured this would be a better option than putting too much into it and making himself sick again. Davy looked to be ravenous with the sandwich he was making. Would he be able to fit it all inside that pretty mouth of his? Sven had to shake dirty thoughts about things going inside the boy's mouth.

"I'll eat slowly."

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Davy got down plates and put his sandwich and chips on it.

"We can sit down." Davy headed into the living room to sit on the couch with his coffee and food. He thought that would be better for the Swede. He was very capable of getting the sandwich in his mouth.

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"Good idea."

Sven knew it was best if he sat down while he ate so that he didn't agitate his stomach even more. Eating would come slowly and the blond knew this because he wasn't about to force anything. Sitting down next to Davy, Sven gently bit into his sandwich and chewed while then swallowing slowly.

"Yours looks tasty."

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Davy glanced over at Sven when he sat down. He's getting used to Sven being around, sleeping on his couch more nights than not it felt like.

"I don't like plain sandwiches." Davy shrugged. Part of it was having Joey around and making food. He tended to throw as much as he could on everything.

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"I usually eat more than this but not right now when my stomach is bad."

Sven ate some more of his sandwich and nodded. It felt good to be spending time like this with Davy, being around the boy and talking to him, even though the blond's hormones were tormenting him something awful right now. His feelings towards the guitarist were strong and he couldn't wait to spend a night cuddled up with him someday.

"This is nice being with you like this."

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The comment reminded Davy and he scowled. He set his plate on the coffee table so that he could take the garbage can Sven had used earlier out to the kitchen where he could tie up the bag. After washing his hands he came back to finish eating. Davy didn't have strong feelings yet but he was warming up to Sven quiet a lot.

"You like my couch." He grinned because he knew Sven's mind was elsewhere but he appreciated the Swede's behavior. "We can spend the day sitting around and watching TV."

That was the best thing to do with a hangover as far as Davy was concerned.

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"Yes, I do and you know it, sweets."

Sven liked Davy's couch for more than one reason alone and those thoughts were being kept deep inside his mind for when the time came to get closer to the boy. For now, he would watch TV and try to feel better with Davy.

"Sounds like a good plan to me."

It was cute.

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"I know. You like to be here in the morning for my robes."

Davy teased and turned on whatever midday game show was on so that it was noise but not distracting. Then he settled on the couch with his cup of coffee and his feet up in the coffee table.

"You can lay back down." Davy smiled briefly because he was starting to like Sven and the closeness.

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"Those robes are so hot. The way the sheer fabric covers your ass and legs--just so good."

Sven couldn't help saying what he thought as he did indeed lay back down to try and get over his hangover from hell. Just being here with Davy chilling and relaxing felt good, normal even. Getting closer to the boy by just being themselves and not forcing anything.

"The shower helped. Your hands worked magic on my hair."

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"You stare way too long." Davy laughed quietly and relaxed into have Sven close again. He was still getting used to having someone around again but it was getting easier.

He shook his head while vaguely watching the TV. "I'm sure you were imagining me in there naked doing it."

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"I can't help staring at a handsome young man."

The Swede pushed some of his blond hair back from his face and was grateful that the pulsing ache in his temple had gone now. Davy's magic touch had done that. Smiling to himself, Sven nodded, adjusting himself a little more in the guitarist's lap.

"How did you guess?"