Book 2. New Life Old Pains.

Give me your love

(18+)

Gently, Jim cupped his boyfriend's head and kissed him passionnately, his still wet body made him shiver with cold but also with desire because after what he had just heard he wanted to please Freddie to the maximum, all night if needed. Freddie stroked his man's hair with his fingertips and inhaled his scent, it was the sweet smell of lavender, it suited him so well and his newly washed skin was a real call for love.

-You are reading my mind dear, moaned the singer.

-Because I know it's the best way to make you feel better, murmured the Irishman in his ear.

Freddie smiled innocently as he caressed the younger man's cheek, this one took his hand to put it on his bare chest.

-What do you feel, he asked with a soft voice.

-Your heart.

-Do you feel how fast it beats?

-Not as much as mine, added Freddie repeating the same gesture.

Their bodies seemed so different and yet they understood each other perfectly, there was no need for words to see it. Jim leaned down to savor his boyfriend's neck and licked his collarbone with the tip of his tongue, his face slowly approached the beautiful chest on which he blew on the fine hairs. Freddie was covered with sweet chills and his breathing quickened as he watched his man unbutton his pants then expose him fully.

Jim let the clothes fall on the edge of the bed then knelt down for a moment to look at this generous body, both thin and masculine and as magnetic as his big brown eyes. The singer seemed so vulnerable but at the same time pure and majestic, this moment of silence was a pure moment of reflection.

-For God's sake look at you my love, so beautiful and yet so vulnerable.

His heart was echoing in his chest as he licked his lips, Freddie admired his man with a little smile that said a lot about his state of mind: he wanted to feel him all over his skin.

-Do you like what you see, he asked placing an arm behind his head.

-I could admire you for hours, answered the Irishman.

Freddie chuckled sweetly at this kind of innocence coming from Jim, it was funny to think that it was surely a phrase he would never have heard a few month ago. It was the perfect opportunity to see the reaction of the younger man.

-For hours you say? And where is the modest Irishman who hardly dared to look at my body a while ago?

It wasn't something he had planned to hear and Jim was a little disturbed, he scratched his neck to give himself a few time but if Freddie had wanted to intentionally put him in a bind it was successful.

-Well I...I think he's gone now.

-Come here, said the singer, gesturing with his index finger.

Jim crawled onto his boyfriend's stomach and covered him with his whole body, the rockstar had a strange light in his eyes as if he were reading in him. Sometimes these expressions were hard to understand.

-I think he's still inside you, just here, he whispered putting his index finger on his man's heart. He may be less grumpy than the first time I met him but I fell he's still there.

-Baby...I really appreaciate your kindness but...

-Hush, we are not naked in this bed to talk seriously. Give me your love now my beautiful man, added the singer tenderly.