Book 1. Finding A Way.

Another one who fades away.

-Freddie? Are you h...?

-Jim I will tie you to the bed by the four limbs, shouted the interested.

That brutal tone had startled the Irishman but at least he didn't have to ask twice for a confirmation.

-In what language should I tell you next time? In Japanese or in Spanish?

-I thank you for this charming welcoming, he ironized so as not to get into the argument. Imagine that I had a very good reason to come and get you even if it was a waste.

-Well go ahead tell me, demanded Freddie sarcastically. Your turn to have an excuse!

-Well know that if you hadn't done this stupid thing to unplug the phone, we could have avoided having to run after you.

-We, replied the singer tilting his head.

Jim motioned for the front door and the one who had warned him introduced himself.

-Andreas?

-Good evening Freddie, said the German with a smile.

-May I know what this means, continued the rockstar putting his hands on his hips.

-It's very simple, resumed Jim calmly. Andreas told me some very interesting thing about Viktor, things interesting and disturbing enough to keep me from staying here waiting for your return.

At the mention of this name which now sounded false, Freddie quickly calmed down. His man was not wrong it was reason enough to move, but still under the influence of betrayal he didn't wonder where Andreas could get information. It had even come out of his mind.

-This is no longer a problem...my suspicions were correct, mumbled the singer bitting his lips. He was the one who drugged me and he wanted to start over.

-With Jim we went to my house and we found him crying, what happened, asked Andreas.

-I don't want to talk about it right now, Freddie simply replied with a sight.

-I think what would suit you the most right now is a bath, said Jim brushing his sticky wet hair. You stink of alcohol.

Later in the bathroom.

-Come a little closer baby.

Freddie stuck to the side of the tub and presented his head to him; the Irishman put a dose of shampoo on his hands then massaged his head. His boyfriend had briefly summed up what had happened at the strip club before hiding in silence but this time it was not a silence characteristic of an argument, it was a peaceful silence because all of his attention was now on him.

-You deserve all my admiration, I would never have been able to do what you did.

-It was a nightmare, growled the singer in his folded arms. To think I had to do all this comedy and even let him kiss me to understand his real motives...another part of my dignity that I would never regain, he tried to say with humor.

-You will succeed, added his man to comfort him. Tilt your head back now.

Jim turned on the shower head and rinsed his boyfriend's hair, it was the barber's hands talking so he did it very carefully. Soon the alcohol soaked ebony hair was just a memory and the ones Jim adored proudly reigned Freddie's head, what was the cutest to look at were the little curls.

-It's better, said the Irishman. 

-You know what darling? I feel like I haven't done enough.

-What do you mean baby?