Book 1. Finding A Way.

A special day

Sunday morning.

-Freddie what the hell is that? You put water everywhere, exclamed Jim shooked by this mess.

The singer didn't even listen to him and continued his little performance, he was kicking the air with his legs while singing a well-know song but the Irishman didn't want to know what the title was. Happily being barefoot, he made his way up to him and snapped his fingers right under his nose. Freddie immediately stopped looking visibly surprised.

-Oh you here my dear?

-Indeed that I am here, did you see the state of the bathroom?

The rockstar raised an eyebrown then looked around, and effectively the whole room was flooded.

-Shit! Still happy that it was only low tide, he grinning.

-Wait, is that just a game for you, wondered Jim. I warn you: it's out of the question I clean behind you, he added firmly.

-Oh I'll never ask you that Jim, it's not your role.

Freddie gave him a malicious smile then grabbed the walls of the bathtub to get up, hiding in addition his pain in the wrist . Jim instantly turned his eyes, he wasn't yet fully used to this vision. His boyfriend walked before him then grabs a towel and of course as smart as he was, he didn't put it around his waist right away and just wiped his hair.

It was stonger than him but Jim was moved by the overwhelming urge to admire him; he watched his upper body and his Adam's apple began to stir frantically. God he had never seen such a perfect back, it was hard to admit but even his ex's was not a match towards this one. Freddie noticed his gaze on him and smiled mischieviously.

-Darling it's called "to get an eyeful"!

-For God's sake, growled Jim blushing intensely. Can't you keep your comments sometimes?

-I see you enjoying the view! But what are you looking at my back or my ass, continued the singer unfazed.

His man truly believed his heart was going to let go.

-Just...just your back.

-You don't need to be ashamed darling, said Freddie turning to him. The more your curiosity grows the more I'm satisfed.

-Don't you mind being watched like that, asked Jim nervously.

-Usually yes but not with you. And besides I would like to know what you think of my body?

Jim scratched his neck and looked away.

-I must say...beautiful?

His boyfriend seemed quite delighted with his answer, a soaked hand rested on his chin and their eyes met. Freddie's may be brown but their were as expressive as blue eyes.

-I'll tell you an anecdote Jim, do you know what the name Farrokh mean in his mother tongue?

-Tell me.

-It mean beautiful, answered Freddie tenderly. My parents must have had a vision from the future, don't you think?

He only received a nod in responce but that didn't matter, it was even quite funny to see that such a strong man was so reserved to express his feelings. In the singer's heart it was as cute as it was attractive; he liked big men as long as they had a big heart and Jim had one even if he didn't seem to realize it.

At breakfast.

-Hey it smells like hot bread, exclamed Freddie. Joe surely wanted to make toast.