Book 1. Finding A Way.

Double sided

Tuesday 18June, 15h.

Disclamer: drug mentioned and described.

-Freddie stop! The phone rang, grunted the Irishman.

-Fuck this phone, retorted his boyfriend on the same tone.

The singer continued to stroke his man's chest with his left hand and blew on his thin hair, if he didn't intend to let something unexpected disturb them Jim was not on the same wavelength and straightened up on his forearms.

-I forbid you to move, ordored Freddie pushing him back.

-It's may be important, insisted his man.

-You are more important than this phone so stay still!

It was too late to protest, the phone had already stopped ringing. Jim was also no longer in the mood for Freddie's assaults and began to stir to unbalance him.

-Darling that's enough!

-I don't want anymore, go down, demanded the Irishman firmly.

-What do you have today? You're as boring as me, replied the rockstar irritated.

-I just don't want to cuddle okay? Let me go now!

-Ooh you bloody Irish bastard!

Frustrated, Freddie got up from the sofa and rushed into the kitchen to serve himself a fruit juice. He didn't understand Jim's reaction right now, everything was fine since yesterday evening and there he sulked since the morning.

-What's come over you, asked the singer.

-It's annoying to be in the dark huh, scoffed his man sitting down on the edge on the sofa.

-Avoid that kind of sentence, hissed Freddie venomously.

-You weren't going to tell me you were going to return into this bloody strip club? Did you intend to act behind my back?

The rockstar sighed, so it was just for that? However he didn't expect Jim to follow him last night especially since he had told him he was tired.

-You intend to play inspector Columbo with me now, Freddie tried to ask that in a credulous voice.

In his turn the Irishman got up and approached him.

-You told me you won't going back, what's your excuse this time?

-I'm looking for the one who drugged me, answered his boyfriend.

Within a second, the singer suddenly found himself trapped again the wall with his man's two arms around his head, he was however not impressed.

-Don't do this without me, growled Jim staring at him fiercely.

-I have to. I don't need you to come and play bodyguard with me, said the older man calmly.

-Have you lost your mind again? Don't put yourself in danger just to know such a thing!

Despite this harsh tone it was clear that it wasn't anger but rather fear, Freddie gave him his velvet eyes to reassure him and Jim felt overwhelmed to see him remain so quiet. 

-I'm not stupid enough to have done something dangerous darling; I didn't touch the alcohol yesterday, I just observed.

-What's tell you that it come from alcohol and not from other things, asked Jim more kindly.

-Because I didn't notice any traces of injection on my body and the only thing I took when it happened were my own cigarettes, and I don't drug my own cigarettes, he explained with an annoying face.