Book 1. Finding A Way.

The smell of tension

The next morning.

As expected Freddie woke up shortly before 9 a.m, he was drowsy so he took his time to climb the stairs. The sofa was his meeting point.

-Good morning pretty boy, he whispered.

Jim was sleeping soundly his arm on his face, he was emitted an adorable snore and the singer smirked. The temptation to crawl under the blanket up to his face was heavy but having had a glimpse of his strong it was better to avoid to tempt fate in the morning. Instead he sat quietly at his feet and put one on his laps. Jim woke up soon bothered by a slight tingle, his eyesight was a bit blured but he could see Freddie doing something to him.

-What are you doing, he asked curtly.

-Good morning my dear, cooed the rockstar. I wake you up gently as you can see.

-No need to check me out, I'm not a kid.

-Did you want me to wake you up with a kiss, quipped Freddie smiling.

The Irishman frowned, this guy made him goat with his innuendo. Sighing he fell back on the cushion and stretched his body; he felt Freddie's thumbs print on his sole and recognizing that the feeling wasn't unpleassant he let him do it.

-Ho sweetie! Hello to our new guest?

Curious Jim straightened then see a feline at the singer's feet who looked at him with wide eyes.

-You have cats?

-Indeed, this one is Tiffany and Oscar is hidden I don't know where.

-I love cats, said Jim kindly.

-Really? Better for me, exclamed the rockstar.

Freddie continued his massage while talking to Tiffany. There was clearly words a mother would say to her child and even if Jim thought it was a bit weird, he find it really cute.

-So pretty boy, you seem to have no idea who I am?

-No...Jim bit his lips, he hated this word. But if you keep calling me like that you will know who I am...!

-Your threats didn't impress me, and avoid hitting my face because I really care, replied freddie more seriously.

The Irishman removed his foot from the singer's laps and sent him a contemptuous look. Freddie could only smile, this man was so manly when he had those eyes but he hadn't invited him to brusqued him. He really wanted to find out what kind of man was hiding under these rough looks.

-Have you never hear of Freddie Mercury or Queen?

-What is the queen coming to do in there, asked Jim innocently.

His host hid his teeth burst in laughter to his amazement.

-Not our queen silly fool, replied Freddie with tears in his eyes. The Queen group! Me, Brian, John and Roger!

-You're a singer?

-Exactly! I'm the lead singer. We are know all over the world.

-Sorry but honestly...I don't really listen the music, answered Jim with a neutral tone.

-Uncultivated, irronised Freddie.

The Irishman raised an eyebrown, he found it curious that this chap would take him as a joke. Yet he wasn't trying to be funny he was just telling the truth. Music never rocked his childhood and none of the big names had been captured his attention.

-You know Freddie...actors, singers, presenters...this is not my field. I'm just a gentleman barber.

-A barber? Really? However given your build and your physique I would have rather thought of a pin up.