Book 1. Finding A Way.

Chocolat and barfi

The next morning, 7h35.

-Freddie wake up.

-Mmmh...what is it darling, he moaned still drowsy.

-I have to go to work and you have to let go of me, whispered Jim tenderly.

The singer looked up at the alarm clock and then dropped his heavy head on his lover's bare chest.

-It's to early...can't you stay a little longer...?

-Customers don't wait you know, I'm only a modest barber but I'm busy all day.

-Haa...manual trades are so fucking burdensome!

Jim giggles at his exaggerated ton.

-I guess you've never done that in your life, he asked smiling.

-If I can last five minutes there will be at least one who will have his throat cut, quipped Freddie as he caressed his man's belly.

-It is clear that you have more pianist fingers than artist hands, added Jim.

-Music is also art darling, but without the risk of hurting someone.

The Irishman shook his head then asked Freddie to turn around. This one obeyed while rolling on the back revealing a part of his body and stretched his arms. He had a great night and had been delighted with his evening spending alone with Jim, he would never have honestly believed that he would appreciate his true origins and yet given the compliments he had received from him the singer now carried this like a real pride.

-You know I've already seen you in underwear.

-I was drunk at the time, Jim reminded him a bit awkwardly. And I prefer to know someone before I expose myself.

-I dream of seeing you one day naked on this bed and lying down like a Roman, murmured Freddie with a very hot voice.

His lover suddently stopped pulling on his pants and blushed, he now had the picture in mind and slapped firmly his cheeks to get rid of it.

-No don't do that, shouted the rockstar shocked at his reaction.

-It's your fault, replied Jim suprisingly calm. Never give me an obscene example again in the morning...!

-Ooh would the handsome Irishman have hidden desire, laughed Freddie.

-Don't even think about it; I see this kind of thing more as a perversion than a fantasy.

-It depends on the point of view dear!

The singer stretched all his muscles and stirred under the duvet, what a pleasant morning.

-Before you go can you tell me where do you live?

-I rent a small flat in Sutton, explaned the Irishman. It's not luxury but I can write you the exact address if you want.

-Why not, Freddie sat on the edge of the bed. Are you coming back here tonight?

-No, politely answered Jim.

-But I need someone to hug me.

-I'm sorry Freddie but all my things belongings at home, and then I don't cuddle on demand.

The singer didn't answer and stood staring at the ceiling. After his brain it was now his lower abdomen that had been working on him since last night, just thinking about their kisses made him crazy. He knew however from his experience that if he jumped on Jim now it would be his last mistake; but when your name is Freddie Mercury patience isn't a strong point. He felt he was going to have to pass the time until their next meeting, and seeing that he didn't have to much to do today he intended to enjoy a little surprise visit.