Chapter 3

“The Blood and The Body - Control the cut so it's seamless
Show me your Heart - Show me the way to complete this…”

Corey went numb. And damn, he needed that the most now. He was still shaking and breathing deep and low with a buzzing head but feeling as Jim moved and cleaned him up. When the taller man pulled him to his chest, he nuzzled the sweaty hairs, making content purring sounds, just enjoying the afterglow of it all. Even dozed off for a couple of minutes before opening his shining blue eyes and looked up at Jim.

“Hey big guy... This was fucking insane,” he chuckled placing a kiss to the other's chest.

While lost in his thoughts about this event which shook him up quite a bit, even if it didn’t show that much on his face, Jim kept an eye on Corey too. He seemed to be okay and content for now. It was the first time since Paul’s death that he saw something else on him than sorrow and heartbreak.

Looking down at him he weakly returned the smile and kicked himself in the balls for possibly being the same person who put and would take that smile off the satisfied face. “Hey. Yeah, good choice of words. You okay? How’s the shoulder?” he asked, his quiet insecurities making him skirt around the topic he knew they’d have to talk about. And very soon.

“Hmm... Tingles nicely. Been worse. Ya know… been doing such… stuff before too,” Corey replied with a slight blush over his cheeks and rested his back against Jim's chest. “How are you, though?” he knew this was a new ground for his lover. And now as he made the first step to be in such connection with Jim, there was no way back and he was just as responsible, or as the more experienced one even more for Jim.

“That’s why I didn’t apologize for it…” Jim murmured running a fingertip along the edge of the gauze on Corey’s shoulder. “Cor… I’ve seen you once. So I know. I know how you were with him. And we need to talk. About this and us and the future. Fuck…” Jim frowned and sighed. “Sorry… I guess I’m just confused and a little scared about this, you know…” he admitted, mirroring the singer’s slight blush while he closed out a few hazy drugged pictures from their past. At least they were talking for real now.

“With… him?” Corey asked barely audible, swallowing hard and closing his eyes tight. He didn't want the emotions back, yet also didn't want to wipe them with Paul out of his mind and soul. “We… We can talk. We should, you're right,” he swallowed again moving back a little, looking up at the guitarist. “Is there anything you want to know first? You can ask.”

“Yeah. With Paul. I was worried about the bruises I once saw on you and one night I snuck into your hotel room to make sure you’re okay. That’s when I… saw some things. So yeah, I’ve known this for a long time now. But thought it wasn’t my thing,” Jim explained, deciding to let the cat out of the bag if they were going to be talking honestly. Maybe it was wrong that they had never talked about these things. Of course it was easier and more comfortable that way. No real strings attached just fooling around. But Jim knew by now that this was a dangerous game in which he was bound to get burned. But somehow… he didn’t care anymore. He just wanted Corey to be happy. As much as possible.

“I found it arousing though, so I did some digging, but… I feel like a little school boy in the big guys’ league. I don’t even know if it was okay for me to mark you up like that…” he ran his hand through his still damp hair to brush it out of his face. “But Corey… there’s very little I wouldn’t do for you, man. I hope you know that. I guess this is one more thing I’m willing to try to help – what’s the term for it? – ‘ground’ you…” he said feeling more than embarrassed, but he was trying to fight it back, because this was very important to talk about.

“We’ve been a thing for so long, Jim. I was yours too all along anyway. I love the marking, as it might have occurred to you,” Corey couldn't help but reach up and caress the bandage with a little smile as his heart leaped. “I am scared a bit too, ‘cause I'm not over him, and don't think I will ever be. I'm sorry... But that's the truth... And you have to know that,” he looked down as his breathing got heavy, folding his arms as if caressing himself to not fall apart now.

“You mean a lot to me, and I am willing to let you ground me and be yours. Because he would want that. For me to move on and live. That's why he went away from me too…” his voice failed him as he remembered the break up and all with Paul. He was so, so stupid to feel pity for himself and not seeing behind all the actions his mate had done to save him by keeping his distance. “So... You know how fucked up I am on a regular basis too. I can't promise anything. But I promise I will try my best to not push you away or make you feel used ever again. I'm… I'm sorry for that too, Jim…”

Corey’s words about recognizing the two of them being a thing eased the nervousness in Jim somewhat. It was good to know that his friend thought about them like that too. The guitarist kept his eyes on every move Corey made then he nodded. “I know you’ll probably never get over him, but that’s fine by me. I understand. He was and will remain a huge part of your life. I respect that. Always had. Thank you for telling me this. I know it wasn’t easy,” he rubbed his beard lost in thoughts.

“You mean a lot to me too, Cor. Always have. And I think you’re right about Paul wanting you to live. If I can help with that, I’m here and it’ll make me happy to know that I can help at least in some ways. And remember, I like your ‘fucked up’. It makes life interesting,” he joked a bit to lighten the very serious mood. “Hey… I never took what was going on between us like you were using me,” he lightly shook his head. “I knew what I was getting into so that’s on both of us. I don’t expect more than you can offer. Always remember that, man. But you’ll have to help me as I’m fucking new to this, you know,” Jim cleared his throat blushing a bit again. “Honestly, I shocked myself with the way I acted… but I kinda liked it at the same time. It’s an intriguing paradox…”

“But it is you. It's all about giving in to the most inner need and being we are. That is why these relationships are so close and deep,” Corey rather started to educate than to think back on the connection of him and Paul. Or about how they have been messing around before. With that nightmare he’d decided to move on. Maybe just on the outside for now. He knew it wasn't healthy. He should be honest with Jim. Fuck… He is just telling about how honesty is the base of these relationships in the BDSM world. Guess he is setting a nice base with feeling guilty for everything. For Paul. For Jim. But Jim is so willing and Corey could sense for a while how Jim loved him. The singer loved him back though... Still... Right then he just hoped it all wouldn’t show much on his face. “I will help you with everything you need. You were always my best friend. And that won't change ever. Want to ask something more about these things?”

“You must be right,” Jim murmured thinking about how he felt while so lost in that certain headspace Corey managed to push him into earlier. It was a side of him which he found intriguing and if he wanted to be honest with himself, he wanted to get to know it better. He’s always been an open-minded person so it was no wonder he wanted to know more about this. After all, people say that knowing yourself is one of the biggest goals in life. Something that is supposed to help you.

He was so lost in these thoughts that he didn’t notice Corey’s inner fight about honesty. He trusted his friend that he knew what he was doing. The doubt Jim was feeling about losing him as his best friend if they ventured into this and somehow it didn’t work out at the end was fading in him hearing Corey’s words.

“I know how rough you really like to go into this and going there unprepared is something I don’t want to do, so baby steps? I understand the basics of these kinds of relationships. It’s a give and take kind of thing. The submissive needs the dominant and gives him his trust and the dominant treasures that and needs to feel needed,” he nodded to himself. “I get that. I always found it fascinating and I think now I understand it a bit better. But as I understood, there are serious rules and punishments attached to such relationships. Like limits, safewords and stuff. Which is a good thing. Something palpable and reasonable… We should go through those some time, I guess. For now I’d like to know what you really like in such a setting so I can see if I can give you what you need in the first place. I don’t want you to feel fucked over or me to chicken out…”

“Well... I like it rough…” Corey couldn't help but laugh. “I like breath control, choking… bondage. Dressing up too,” he coughed but made a meaningful glare at his lover to help him think back on the many times the singer dressed up in women's clothes and make up. “So... A lot of shit really,” he continued with bright pink cheeks. “Mostly just manhandle me rough and wild and I'll be one happy puppy,” biting his lower lip he blinked somewhat innocently at Jim.

Okay, a laughing and blushing Corey was definitely something Jim would call progress. So far this topic was the most successful in putting the singer’s mind off the deep sorrow that was eating him. For now at least. Of course, the guitarist had his own blush, but he ignored it and returned Corey’s look with a playful one of his.

“Oh yeah, I remember well how pretty you looked all dressed up. I can admit now that you were fucking with my mind like that even before anything more serious happened between us,” he admitted and cleared his throat. “Err… yeah, I picked up on you liking it rough,” he chuckled lightly then nodded. “I can definitely give you that,” he continued, his dark eyes wandering down to Corey’s shoulder for a long moment before looking up at his lover again. “But you’ll have to teach me about… breath control and bondage. I’m glad I can tie my shoelaces on a good day…” he snorted.

“Errr... Thanks. I can dress up as you want me, though… It's all about that. And for a start if you just simply tie me out to the bed or the table is okay. Errr... I think it’d be best if I showed you some... videos and stories maybe....? What you think?”

“I’ll keep that in mind…” Jim murmured and absently licked his lips as he was thinking about all of this. “I can also tie you up like that… Yeah, no problem with that,” he continued and ran his hand through his hair. “Okay, sure, if that can give me a better idea, man.”

After that time he saw Corey with Paul, he did check out a couple of BDSM videos to understand better what he’d seen, but he probably found some more hardcore ones which were a bit too much for him at that time. Since then he didn’t really dive into that so he was curious how they would affect him now. Reaching down next to the bed on his side he picked up his laptop from the floor and handed it to Corey. After all he was the expert here.

“Ehhhmmm...” the singer swallowed starting up the laptop. He was a sub in this world, so Corey showing around and teaching someone was totally new. Looking over his favorite sites, he felt Jim’s curious eyes peeking at the screen over him. Various videos from bondage to fisting popped up and made him turn red and swallow loud at the humming sounds Jim was making.

“Here... This one might help a bit,” he gave the computer back to Jim with a bit lighter and more of the explaining kinda video to start about breath control and choking. “I think I take a shower while you watch it…” and with that he escaped into the bathroom.

To be honest, Jim found Corey adorable as he turned as red as a tomato while searching for a good video to start with. The tall man raised a brow and hummed a few times as his eyes caught the title or a picture of some… let’s say interesting videos he was definitely not up to. Yet. Though it didn’t mean he wouldn’t be willing to go deeper with time. Once he had a better understanding and more experience in this yet mostly unknown world. Maybe he should ask Corey if he has a… dominant friend or something with whom Jim could talk about these things and the role the singer was expecting him to fill.

His attention was drawn back to the laptop when it was pushed back into his hand and he watched as Corey practically fled to the bathroom. He was obviously uncomfortable from the situation, which Jim understood yet decided that it was something they would have to work on in the future if they were gonna do this. Being comfortable around each other in these situations was important. Humming to himself he let Corey be and turned back to the laptop to hit the start button.

***

Corey has been looking at his reflection in the bathroom mirror for about four minutes now. He pulled the bandage off the wounds on his shoulder and thigh. Jim will be pissed about it, though... But his thigh wound was almost healed and the bite mark on his shoulder he had to see.

Balance was always important for him. At least he thought so. The idea of getting bad to balance out the good was always more calming than to think that he was just fucked up and doomed to suffer. And this was now in some sort of fucked up way, in which his mind was screwed, in balance.

He cut out a piece of himself because of the mate he’d lost. And his new mate got into him. Not physically speaking about them having sex, though. But inside his being and spirit.

It hurt. Still very much so. 

Both the sight and the feeling of loss, and the sight of the sign of having a new owner and going into a new experience unexpectedly. And kinda untrue because he felt that he was forcing himself.

But he couldn't do it otherwise. 

He was selfish and lost him... lost Pauly. Jim has been there for him since they were kids too and started to play music. He cannot make more people who care for him worry. Jimmy wants to learn to please him and be good for him. And he will try to be the best for him too. Jim deserves it. The band deserves their front man. Pauly would have deserved a good man and pet too. But he was just basking in his self-pity, feeling rejected. What a scum he was. But it hurt so deeply..... It still is... And now... It's all over now...

By then he was kneeling in the shower cabin with his hands on his face and was sobbing heavily, trying to muffle his howls. Only long minutes later was he able to stand up and slowly wash his body and short hair. He picked a long video with a reason for Jim....

To say that said video was intriguing (and exciting) was the understatement of the century. Jim tried to watch it as if it was an educational sex video – which was practically the case – and take the impartial observer’s point of view. But as the video progressed, presenting a scene with a slow build, practically taking it step by step so that it sucked the viewer completely in, the guitarist couldn’t deny that it was affecting him physically too. His already half-hard cock was proof of that. Still, he tried to ignore that and focus on what was happening on the screen, drinking in all the details. From the way the dominant (or dom) treated the submissive (or sub) to the way he tied him up then teased the fuck out of him until the latter was an incoherent, sweaty and begging mess.

Although this video was clearly about satisfying their sexual needs, Jim’s constantly analyzing mind could already understand that this was much more than just physical needs. This had a deep psychology. Which he really liked about it and seeing this video only encouraged him to want to learn more about this. So yes, he was definitely open to try it for Corey. And thinking back on what the singer had said, maybe even for himself.

Looking up at the closed bathroom door a couple of times while the video was on, Jim felt a bit worried when Corey was taking too long to come back, but he heard the water flowing. Besides his mind had A LOT to process, not to mention how his body seemed to really like what he was seeing on the screen. While trying not to touch himself, he noticed a few things on the blissed out sub which he’d seen on Corey too while fucking him a bit earlier and he reminded himself to try out a few things on the singer that the dom did to his sub.

Once it was over, he closed the laptop and took a few calming breaths. He was leaking and his long fingers were itching to take care of his little problem, but his eyes wandered back to the bathroom door. It’s been more than half an hour and he had a nagging feeling that he should check on his friend. So instead of finishing himself off, he did exactly that and gently knocked on the door, but when he didn’t hear a response, he carefully slipped inside.

Washing his hair in slow circling motions of his hands like in some kind of a trance, the singer let the hot water cascade down his back, and the energies cleanse out his dark thoughts too. Or at least the mindset was that. Jim was probably worried for him by then, he remembered when the stream hit his wounded shoulder. That video was surely to arouse the big guy, though...

Corey had to smirk from the thought of his seemingly always collected guitarist getting horny from some kinky gay porn, and the fact that he made him watch, even more... he, the small insane little geek who was so important for Jim that he was stepping over his limits and actually wanted to try those things. It was melting his heart, he had to admit it. He let the feeling linger on his broken soul a little as he rinsed his hair when the door opened behind his back.

The air was kinda stuffy from all the steam, but he didn’t care, because the sight of Corey standing naked under his shower with his back towards Jim was something he would consider a perfect picture. Yes, maybe he was still horny from the video and that’s why he was having such thoughts, but it was true nonetheless.

Swallowing hard Jim padded behind the singer and looked down at the wet wound on the bitten shoulder as he ran a gentle hand down on Corey’s tattooed back. He was sure the bitemarks were stinging from the hot water, but if he’d learned something about Corey was that often he needed pain just as much as pleasure. After all these years he was still a mystery to the tall man. Maybe that was one of the things he loved so much about his complicated friend… lover.

Leaning closer his back blocked the singer from the water as Jim pressed a soft kiss on the 8 tattoo on the back of Corey’s neck then he murmured into his ear. “I liked it. I want to learn more.”

“Well how about that?” Corey laughed from the horny deep voice that came out of Jim and he leaned back his nape against the shoulder just in the perfect height for that. “What you want to learn now?” he asked pulling the long arms onto his body.

"Delayed gratification?" he lightly chuckled as his long arms wrapped around the singer, one hand sneaking down to cup him between his legs, his own erection pressing against the bare ass. Jim sucked Corey's earring in his mouth and gently tugged on it, his long fingers closing around his shaft. "How about that?"

“I was a bad puppy... I don't deserve release, my master…” Corey breathed lowering his head. “Use me as you wish.”

This was the first time he was called master and it rang a bit strange to his ears, but it made his cock tingle so Jim was sure he could get used to that title with time. He simply grunted as an answer and his slick hand kept playing with Corey’s cock as he leaned his forehead against Corey’s nape, his hot and shallow breaths puffing against the wet skin. He knew that they probably should’ve talked some more about safe words and limits and stuff, but if Corey’s goal with that video was to make Jim horny and want to play then he had succeeded.

Jim was rubbing himself against his lover’s crack while his other hand slid up to twist a nipple like he so often did when he had the chance – let it be on or offstage.

The short man just stood there being thankful that Jim didn't see his cried out eyes and face. They were playing as he liked it too, so it was all good. The long, long body supporting his back, the firm hand rubbing his hardness, and that nipple twist… Damn Jimmy!!! He always does that even in front of everyone. And Corey loved him for it so, so much. “Please, master... Teach me my lesson.”

The guitarist got the reaction he was hoping for. He tried not to overthink things and just let his instincts lead him like earlier, but at the same time he wanted to do this right. “Oh I will. You can’t come unless I say so, understood?” he asked, using his freshly acquired knowledge from the video. He was always a quick learner. With that he tightened his grip on Corey’s hard cock and he quickly wetted the fingers on his other hand to slide two of them into the still loose ass. “But promise me you tell me if I do something wrong!” It was a warning, not a request. “Give me your words!”

“Jalapeño… My safe word is Jalapeño,” Corey said on his normal tone, but couldn't hide a bit of sadness with it. He didn't think of what it would be like to use his word with someone other than Paul. He swallowed loudly before going back to their act, nodding to Jim and answering on a submissive tone. “I understood, master.”

The urge to smile from the safe word was quickly gone as Jim naturally picked up on the sadness in Corey’s voice. He paused for a second to brush his lips against the 8 tattoo again, instinctively giving the singer a little reward and consolation. Then his fingers slid deeper. “Good boy…” he whispered a bit hoarsely as his fingertips brushed against that magical spot a few times and his palm twisted on Corey’s tip. “I’m sticking with ‘red’ for now until I figure out a better one,” he added, because Jim wanted to be better safe than sorry too. “Hands on the tiles in front of you, lean a bit forward and push that gorgeous ass of yours out for me. Now,” he instructed on a more even tone, starting to get a hang of his role – or so he hoped.

Corey smiled closing his eyes for a second when Jim lightly kissed his nape tattoo, the gentle love radiating from him. That is also good in the BDSM world, to show a bit of reassuring affection. But following the instructions without a smirk was impossible. He felt so proud of Jim. And kinda moved too that he jumped into this world head first.

“Yes, master,” he said low, getting into the position he was ordered into, those damn long fingers playing inside him made him swear under the shower.

The guitarist felt kinda grateful that all the playing on his guitars had made his fingers and hands stronger during the years, because he knew he could keep this fingering up for a long time. Maybe some later time he might try out just how long he could keep Corey on the edge like this. That’s probably something the singer would enjoy and hate at the same time. He’ll definitely keep that in mind.

A third finger joined the other two and Jim let Corey’s cock go to slide his hand up across his stomach, lightly scratching it along the tattooed chest, giving his attention to every single muscle. He was relearning the other man’s body from a different perspective and if it pushed Corey closer to the edge, even better. Getting bolder from the responses so far, his fingertips brushed along that fucking thick neck and throat. Then he closed his big palm and fingers around it – without squeezing. He just rested his hand there to see Corey’s reaction while his fingers kept fucking him with a deep and steady rhythm. He could do this all morning. But he was waiting, even if his cock was already slick with pre-cum.

Those fucking fingers could reach his spots always so easily... Damn that… Corey was losing his cool fast from all the gentle touching and quickening finger-fucking. His neck was touched and his knees buckled from the way Jim held his big palm there. “Please…”

He didn’t even have to think back on the video to know what to say next, it just popped into his mind as his thumb kept brushing against a protruding vein on the warm neck, his pinkie brushing against the rim of the stretched hole as he was rubbing the others harder against the singer’s prostate. “Please what? I can’t hear you. Tell me!” he nearly growled by then seeing and feeling Corey’s reactions – and slipping into headspace himself. So far it was easier than he thought it’d be and that gave Jim more confidence.

“Please, master,” Corey breathed feeling weak all over, his brain getting into the state of where he just didn't care about anything else just to get closer to his release. His body was shaking with want and he pushed back onto those amazing fingers.

“Not good enough, you little slut…” Jim huffed and pulled his fingers out of the more than ready ass, but before Corey could answer, the tall man’s cock was already pushing in to impale him. “Try again!” Jim hissed from the hot tightness around him once he was inside up to the hilt, but forced himself not to move to give time for the other’s body to adjust to the intrusion and to hear Corey.

“P-please master… I… Fuck… Please choke me, master…” Corey whined out of his mind as he tried to wiggle to make Jim move, or get pissed and close his fingers around his throat. Or get very pissed and get rough and move AND choke him... But he didn't... For fuck sake… “Please, master... I beg you… Give it to me…”

“Fuck…” Jim fell out of his role for a split second hearing Corey begging him like that for the very first time. It was fucking beautiful and definitely an addictive head-rush that amazed and aroused Jim to no end. “Much better…” he grunted hoarsely as he pulled half-way out then rammed back inside in time of his fingers starting to tighten on the thick throat, holding it a bit firmer with each rough thrust. Was Corey going to be able to hold back? – he wondered for a moment but then only their panting and moans were left until the tall man’s free hand slid back down onto the neglected cock.

Corey leaned closer to the tiles. His eyes shut tight and all those varied growls and whines got lose again from his lips. He was almost out of breath from that gorgeous big hand and he had to bite his lips insane to not give in to all what his body was getting. So fucking close. But he couldn't yet...

The taller man behind him was once again merciless with pounding that tight ass, his balls slapping against it with each move. That big hand was tightening more and more (finally cutting off Corey’s air) as Jim’s thrusts fell out of rhythm, a clear sign of nearly toppling over the edge. His other hand kept working on the leaking cock and his teeth found the back of Corey’s neck for a few sharp bites, but he didn’t break the skin this time. The guitarist let his grip go time after time to let a rush of oxygen drive the singer further. He kept going, holding himself back as best as he could, although he was leaking like crazy too, but he had to stay strong. He had to hear that broken voice once more before he could let them both go.

The sudden rush of oxygen after the loss of air again and again pushed the singer deeper and deeper into the euphoric passion and losing touch with this world. His lower abs were cramping for the release. He faintly felt how much on the brink Jim was. All the pressure made him whine and growl and tremble like a leaf. “Please... Please, master let me cum... Please… Make me cum...” he begged on a deep almost crying voice, trying to hold up.

That voice again sent a shiver down the other man’s wet spine and forming coherent thoughts or sentences became nearly impossible from it. A few rough thrusts later he was panting next to his lover’s ear, his hands tightening around the thick neck and the throbbing cock. He could feel how much Corey was shaking by then and as the moment presented itself, he only said: “Cum for me!” and then he was crying out himself.

He thought Jim would never say those words and leave him to calm down a bit then torture him again… That thought at that state he was in was something to whimper about. When Jim ordered him he was at the point of coming anyway and take whatever punishment might follow it. But those amazing beautiful words have rolled off his lover's lips and he could finally let go with a breathless grunt and shaking body.

Jim couldn’t help it, his strong fingers dug deeper into the side of Corey’s thick neck as his deep voice echoed through the bathroom over and over again while filling the other man up. The pulsing heat around him was milking every last drop out just like his hand was doing on the singer’s spurting hardness until there was nothing left but being a blissed out, panting moaning mess for both of them. Jim’s orgasm was so fucking intense that he had to let Corey’s neck go to slap his palm against the tiles to be able to keep himself upwards. His other hand let the oversensitive cock go and slid around the singer’s middle just in case he needed the support. “Fucking… mind-blowing shit…” he panted hoarsely more to himself.

Corey, who was more used to these situations, came around faster. Just smiling wide and purring in the arms of the shaking giant behind him. “Welcome to my world, Jimmy,” he turned a bit to kiss the sweaty head resting on his shoulder. “Wash up and eat?”

The guitarist lightly rubbed his beard against Corey’s uninjured shoulder once his head was kissed. It took him a minute or two to be there to move or even be able to talk. Now he understood why Corey needed this so much. This was fucking intense, leaving him exhausted as fuck, but content at the same time.

Carefully slipping his softening cock out of his lover he nodded against the damp shoulder and murmured something that sounded ‘absolutely’. With that Jim reached out for the shower gel on auto-pilot. He wasn’t really able to talk more just yet. His mind was kinda floating and still a bit disconnected from reality as without thinking his hands began washing Corey, his moves unintentionally praising and adoring the other man.

“Are you okay, big guy?” Corey asked Jim, washing the taller body and paying attention to the more plump parts with delight. Leaning in and even kissing into Jim's neck.

The fact that Jim didn’t even feel uncomfortable for a second from Corey touching him at places Jim would rather not have told just how much his mind was trying to process all these new information. “Yeah, I’m good, man… It just needs some getting used to,” he finally looked into Corey’s eyes and his forming smile stopped, morphing into a gentle expression as he saw the puffy eyes. He wanted to kick himself for not noticing it earlier that Corey’s been crying, but the singer probably stayed with his tattooed back to him for a reason.

Letting it slip, Jim simply slid the same hand that caused the redness on the thick neck under Corey’s chin to tip his head up. Jim leaned down to kiss him slow and sensual for a good minute or two. “Thank you,” he whispered on the other’s lips then leaned his head back to wet his long hair and quickly wash that too while lost in thoughts.

The small man just nodded and laid his head at the body before him, before stepping back to also finish with the washing up. He could see that Jim realized most of what he was doing while being alone in there. Hopefully the guitarist wouldn't have second thoughts about all of this and their actions ‘cause of it. Corey just felt stupid and failing at being a good friend and lover once again. Maybe he already fucked up this blooming thing they shared. The darkness of his brain was pulling on the attached strings again.

“Stop it, Cor…” Jim murmured and playfully splashed some water into the singer’s face from his wet hair. “I can hear you overthinking. It’s fine. I get it, man,” he said slicking his hair against his skull as Jim finished his shower then he reached out for the towels, handing one to his friend. He knew him too well not to notice the tensing lines on Corey’s face that he got when he was starting to blame himself.

“Trying… Sorry...” Corey muttered low rubbing himself all over and folding the towel over his hips while stepping out of the shower. “Come. I cook something.” He even gave a smile to his new mate.

“No need to apologize, Cor. I know you’re trying.” Not knowing that Corey was already thinking of him as his ‘new mate’ Jim dried himself up too and put the towel around his waist like the other man. What exactly was Corey now to him? He had no idea for now since everything was fucking messed up emotionally. Both because of Paul and what’s been going on between Jim and the singer for years without ever really talking about it. And now this completely fascinating world Corey was letting Jim into… The tall man was grateful that the singer was letting him in at least this way, even if he wasn’t ready to talk about Paul yet. Though that was okay in Jim’s eyes and he swore to himself not to push that matter for a while. But… if necessary, he will. After all, he wanted to take care of his friend in every meaning. (He didn’t really realize it yet that thinking like that came easily to a natural dom.)

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