Book 1. Finding A Way.

Tender letting go

The next morning, 8h50.

-You bloody bastar, mumbled Jim barely awake.

This sentence was finally come out of his mouth but too bad for him, Freddie was still sleeping and didn't seem to decide to let go of his pillow. They hadn't talk again to each other after returning from the strip club; there had been no argument between them but the Irishman was still disturbed after the torrid dance which he had undergone.

-What do I do now? I can't admire him like that forever...but I no longer want to close my eyes anyway...

Jim therefore decided to get up from the bed and let his boyfriend sleep; after putting on light clothes he opened the windows on the ground floor wide, there were already light rays lighting up the outside. He spun to make a tea then went back to the terrace. Jim admired the landscape for long minutes, there might only be grass and trees to look but it was better than sitting on the couch and the song of some early birds soothed him very much.

The Irishman was thinking about Peter and wondered how he was doing, he has apparently stayed at Stafford Terrace to take care of the cats but Jim hadn't seen him since his official relationship with Freddie.

-He can be very boring...Hmpf! Now I doubt it!

Time passed and seemed to last for hours then Jim finally heard heavy footsteps on the stairs but he didn't turn around.

-Morning darling, said Freddie with a small voice. In better shape this morning?

-We can say yes...

-I slept like a newborn and yet I haven't finished my night...

The singer yawned and rubbed his eyes, the late night would have been almost a good excuse to stay asleep all morning. He didn't intend however to motivate himself to get dressed and went to straight to lie down on the couch.

-To say that I can still get excited like a young virgin on a pole dance, he laughed as he stretched. If it continues I could do acrobaties until I am 80 years old, he added irronicaly since he didn't like to think about old age.

His man smiled slightly but didn't find it funny, something was bothering him without being able to get his hands on it. Or rather say that he had an idea but he did not dare to talk to Freddie about it.

-Do you blame me for training you in my game last night, asked the rockstar softly.

-No...I was definitely deeply embarrassed but I can't deny that I enjoyed watching you, answered Jim turning his head to him.

The singer smiled and held out his arms to him.

-Come see me my dear, he said.

The Irishman advanced towards his boyfriend and placed his cup on the small table.

-Take my hands.

Jim complied without thinking and Freddie, with all the force he had, pulled him towards him. His man's face landed on his bare chest and he grabbed it immediately to capture his lips. Jim wanted first to get rid of it but he quickly closed his eyes and put his right hand on the singer's collarbone. Their kiss tasted like tea and drew them adorable moans; as they caught their breath Freddie stroked his man's hair and whispered:

-What's wrong Jim? You seem scared?

-I wanted to ask you a question last night but I didn't know how you were going to take it, he murmured nervously.

-Tell me, I won't eat you, giggled his boyfriend.

Jim took a deep breath.

-Don't see an ounce of jealousy...what's your relationship with this Viktor?