Book 1. Finding A Way.

Just a goodbye

A/N: Merry Christmas everyone! This chapter is dedicated to you all!

The next morning.

-Don't be shy my dear, whispered Freddie quietly. Come with me.

Jim gently took his hand then followed him into the shower, they were finally going to take their first shower together even if they would have liked it to be in better conditions. The older one turned on the hot water and quickly got wet before giving the soap to his man.

-There.

-Do you want me to wash you? The whole body, asked the Irishman a bit embarrassed.

-The whole body, echoed his boyfriend.

With a tight throat and slightly shaking hands, Jim slowly began to soap his chest avoiding meeting his eyes. During this sensual moment he couldn't help but think about this morning, he had woken up alone in the bed around 7:25 a.m and had found Freddie alone sitting on the stairs. He finally broke down and went to cry in silence.

-Jim, won't you forget something, quietly asked the singer seing him avoid his crotch.

-I don't want to touch you here without your permission, answered the Irishman, his cheeks started to blush.

-You don't need my permission; proof.

Freddie then grabs the soap to get rid of it and took his man's hand to put it directly on his  intimacy.

-Baby, Jim jumped after received a shock on his arm.

-Please darling, his boyfriend implored him. I want to enjoy the happiness before you go, caress me.

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Was there a right of refusal on that? Probably...but faced with the singer's imploring gaze, Jim felt compelled to grant him this privilege. He first made sure that Freddie's back was properly against the wall and then started to move back on forth on his intimacy; it didn't take long for the older man to start moaning and closing his eyes in pleasure.

-Faster Jim, groaned the rockstar wrapping his arms around him.

His man nodded and gradually accelerated his movements, Freddie began to feel warm and stretch his stomach muscles to take advantage of the rubbing against his thin skin. However the more his desire grew, the more he clawed Jim's upper back.

-Ow! Freddie you scratch me, whined the latter.

The Irishman immediatly stopped what he was doing then grabbed his boyfriend's left wrist to make him let go.

-Why are you scratching me like that?

-I don't know...it's a habit that I took but I'm unable to tell you where it came from, answered Freddie, panting.

Jim just chewed his lower lip in response but he was far from wanting to end with scars on his back. He was going to have to do it differently, not with his mouth because he risked hurting his knees, but by helping Freddie to control this bad habit.

-Can you raise your head please?

Although not really knowing why, the singer obeyed and it allowed his man to delicately suck his wet skin and carefully bring one of his hands towards the penis. It was very tense and therefore extremely sensitive to the slightest touch, just this little touch of the fingertips at the base made Freddie jump.