Chapter 4
"One last time is all I need, to get my life and stocks in order"

In the half-lit bedroom the only sound was the pleased huffing and purring of Jim. The biker fainted into sleep fast after they cleaned themselves and shared more kisses and cuddles.

Corey was sitting in the bed, his naked back towards the bars of the headboard and was watching the sleeping man while lost in his thoughts and emotions.

He turned to be the new drug for Corey. And the ginger man felt that he couldn't resist Jim even if he wanted to. And Jim being there in his own bedroom and his son sleeping not far in the house to where they both escaped to start a new life, felt a little bit frightening.

If not for himself, but for Griffin he has to be careful not to repeat the same mistakes. He knew well how he can fall into the too submissive behavior, and obey and allow things because of his huge hunger for love… Not that it got better after his marriage. On the contrary, he got more pushed into that and mentally got out of it even worse. An addict won't be healed just because he stopped taking the substance. His emotions and insecurities will always long for the well-known path to hell.

Maybe with time if Jim sticks around and ease up with his own baggage of issues they could and should talk these over... Time will tell...

At dawn Jim woke up for some reason. It took him a moment or two to recognize the unknown bedroom, but things immediately fell into their place when he saw Corey sleeping on his tummy, only partially covered by the blanket.

With a sigh Jim rolled onto his side and put the pillow more under his head to be able to watch the ginger man sleeping peacefully. There was a small – nearly lovesick – smile playing on his lips as he remembered the Saturday they shared and what they did in this very bed.

Frankly, he thought Corey was amazing. He could also feel that hunger for love in him, but Jim thought it would scare him off. But for now he was okay with how they were. Things were very fresh and still forming between them and even if it is going to end up as some nice hook ups, he thought it was all worth it, too.

Corey was... very sensual and also very caring and protective of his son. Which is understandable given their past. A past which was probably connected to the many scars Jim started to notice in the morning light not just on his thighs, but also on his arms too. That small smile faded from Jim's lips and he lightly frowned for a moment, wondering if Corey had put them there or someone else – maybe his ex?

Well, there were certainly many things they would have to talk about with time. From Jim's side it was very true regarding Corey's effect on him. Last night... something was stirred up in him deep inside. And it already manifested in his bossy behavior as he was fucking Corey. It made Jim a bit nervous but tried to swipe it under the rug for now. He just wanted to enjoy watching the cute man sleeping a little while longer.

Corey felt like being watched and opened his eyes and turned to see that indeed his brand new lover was looking at him. He was adorable if anyone asked him. Sleepy eyes and messy hair and beard.

"Morning," he murmured sitting up rubbing his face and stroking his longer curls back. "Slept well? Bed was big enough?" he asked on a playful tone.

Just then the door banged open and Griffin was just about to storm in but seeing the two men in bed covered from the waist down made the boy freeze and blink. "Sowwwwyyyyy... I make coffee. Don't do anything I wouldn't do," he giggled and closed the door again.

"Oh my fuck...." Corey groaned pressing a pillow onto his face and growled into it.

Jim smiled back at Corey and was about to answer his questions when the scene with the kid happened out of the blue and Jim felt himself turning deep red, glad that they were covered at least from the waist down.

"Jesus..." he chuckled even more embarrassed as he glimpsed at Corey. "Otherwise... yes. Slept good and the bed was more than big enough," he grinned and rolled to Corey to press a kiss against his naked shoulder. "Coffee sounds awesome, by the way..." he murmured and waited until the redhead lifted the pillow from his head so he could press a soft peck on the lips. "Morning to you too..." he murmured, caressing the messy curls then the biker climbed out of the bed to quickly put his clothes on.

"Yeah... He makes good coffee…" Corey stated on a matter of fact tone and pulled a hokey short up his ass. "Are you really ready to face him? Many says he is just like me, but I am sure he is much worse than I am," he asked with a scoff and pulled the dressed Jim close to give him a sweet little kiss.

"Well, I'll eventually have to leave this room, right?" Jim smiled down at Corey after the short kiss, holding his leather jacket in one hand and opening the door for his host with the other. "Go ahead. I'll drop off my jacket in the hall and take a piss," he said and watched Corey move in front of him.

He was gorgeous, no matter what kind of clothes he had on, but Jim kept that comment to himself and did what he planned, only to join the two in the kitchen in a couple of minutes.

***

By then the smell of strong coffee and some frying eggs and bacon filled the air, making the big man's stomach grumble hungrily.

"Morning... Coffee and breakfast smells divine..." he said, blushing only a bit, which made Jim kinda proud of himself as he took a seat.

"I must feed well the night guest of my father. He can be a handful… You need the energy," Griffin joked as he put a big mug of coffee in front Jim and grimaced a smirk at his dad.

"Jesus… He is just getting started..." Corey rolled his eyes and rather sipped on the coffee and hid from his son.

"I have to ask though… Jim. I can call you Jim, right, young man? So... How would you describe your intentions towards my father?" the boy continued very clearly enjoying the situation while he packed the breakfast in front of them and also sat down. Making a very serious face, he raised his piercing blue gaze into Jim's hazel eyes. "You cannot hurt him in any way. I hope you got that straight. No joking."

Okay, only those remarks had to leave Griffin's mouth to make Jim start blushing hard again. And frankly, as he was sitting there facing the serious kid, he indeed felt like being grilled as a parent would do with their kid's new suitor.

"Sure, you can call me Jim," he cleared his throat, warming a hand with the mug of coffee. "And to be honest, we didn't really... talked in depth about what's going on between us. But one thing is for sure: I don't want to hurt your dad. He is... amazing..." Jim flushed even redder but glimpsed at the 'hiding' man with a soft look and smile. "We'll see where this is going to take us, I guess?"

"I see... There are more ways to cause harm to someone. We came here to live in peace. And I suggest talking. It is amazing how smoothly things go if we communicate," Griffin added with a softer look on his face.

"We will, son. Thanks for the breakfast. We will behave. Right, Jim? Already had some talks..." Corey came out of hiding and looked at his boy with a typical Father's gaze when he signals that it was enough, even if he appreciated.

***

Jim stepped out from under the shower, more or less drying off his long body and putting his towel around his waist before wiping the steam off the small bathroom's mirror. Combing his wet hair back and putting it into a man bun, he quickly moved on to brush his teeth.

Corey was probably still sleeping in the bed of Jim's cheap motel room. They ended up after Sunday night's shift here to work out some sexual tension they both felt from said act. Jim could still see how Corey was sucking then riding his dick and damn it was hot and so fucking great that soon they both fainted to sleep.

Still... after the morning in Corey's house and the talk with Griffin, Jim kinda felt something off in the redhead. But maybe it was just his imagination and insecurities...

As Jim walked through the half-closed door still just with his towel hanging low on his hips, his thoughts kept rattling in his head, though he would need coffee first to make sense of them.

From the moving around of Jim, Corey opened his eyes. The night was amazing. He was literally on fire on stage and they could keep apart till the short walk to Jim's motel room.

He could feel it in his bones. He just wanted to be Jim's and feel how much the other man wanted him.

After the night they spent in his house, Corey’s been watching his own emotions and acted more focused. They agreed to take it slow and so far not complicate it too much. And he, himself needed time to not ruin things with being too enthusiastic...

"Hey… Can I get some coffee please?" he asked low, looking back at Jim and stretching his back before sitting up.

"Sure. I was about to go out for coffee and breakfast for us. That diner around the corner is awesome," he smiled a bit at the very sleepy-looking and very gorgeous naked guy in his bed.

Damn, he could get used to waking up to that sight every morning...

Dropping his towel, he padded to his duffel bag to get a clean pair of underwear and socks and put them on along with his jeans and a band tee.

"You just stay there and relax, I'll be back soon, I promise," he said after getting his wallet and keys then went to the bed to lean down for a good morning peck. "I'll try to hurry," he murmured, slightly rubbing the back of Corey's head then he was out of the door already.

Corey sighed and laid on his back. The taste of those sweet lips on his own lips… He couldn't help but smile and feel dreamy whenever he was close to Jim. Maybe he should take the next step after all. It would be a great test for all of them. And mainly to himself about how long he can hold himself back…

True to his words, Jim was back in twenty minutes with two strong coffees and some pastries for breakfast. He first gave Corey his coffee then put the food on a tray and grabbed both that and his own paper cup to join his lover on the messed up bed.

"Dig in, gorgeous," he winked at Corey and sipped from his own coffee, moaning a bit from the rich taste. "Hope this shitty bed was okay to sleep in. I know it's far from that big comfy one of yours."

"Thanks. Yeah it was okay. Slept in worse before," Corey bit into the pastry too. "I was thinking, baby… What would you say to moving in with me and Griff? There is the guest room we don't use. It would be cheaper with giving a share than this place and comfier with a great coffee machine. And your own big bedroom with your own bathroom and all. So don't have to mix with us much," he asked watching Jim's reactions closely. "Don't get me wrong, I totally get our agreement and I am respecting it and your space and all. It’s just a helping hand or something... What do you say?"

Jim paused mid-bite from Corey's suggestion, glad that he didn't start coughing powdered sugar into his lover's face. That offer came out of the blue and froze Jim for a moment.

Then he started thinking while chewing. As strange as it sounded because of their arrangement, it made sense too. "Well... It's true that this motel costs me some and often something fucks up so not worth the money, if you ask me... And your idea makes sense when it comes to helping me out. But... how would Griffin feel about it?" he asked, thinking of Corey's son first.

"I will have to talk to him too about it first, of course. He knows that we are meant to take it slow. And you asked for that also. So I don't think we will start to kiss and hug all around the living room and kitchen at once like some lovebirds," Corey shrugged. "He is okay with you in my life. He likes you too. And he likes it that we emotionally keep some distance. I was thinking a lot and you're right. It is better for me too," he stopped before he could blabber out too much again. But the fact that Jim was considering the offer and was thinking about his son's feelings made the short man smile and feast his eyes on his lover.

Noticing that look and smile, Jim automatically returned it with a slight blush. "Okay then. Let me know what Griffin says and if he gives the green light, I can take that room. Thank you for offering and helping me out," Jim reached out to caress Corey's knee then sipped from his coffee again.

"And yeah, taking it slower will be good for both of us, I think. By the way, I was thinking... would you go out on an actual date with me some time?" he smiled a bit embarrassed as Jim thought he should have already asked it but things have been a bit crazy lately and also they met in... let's say 'special circumstances'.

"A date? Yeah… Yeah, of course. I'd love to," Corey answered puzzled a bit and bit his lower lip. "Just for the heads up... How do you want to act on a date? I mean... most people here know I am... gay... That's the better version at such outskirts of the towns where single moms hunt for single dads to play 'Brady Bunch,'" he chuckled. "Just… I don't want to get you into anything uncomfortable and what you're not really ready for yet…"

Jim was happy that Corey agreed to the date but frankly, his question puzzled him and made him think for a second. "Hm... as you could have guessed, I've never been out about liking men more... But maybe... maybe I should finally admit it here in this new life. After all I have a clean slate here and frankly... I don't want to hide much longer, I think. And definitely don't want to hide you like a dirty little secret. I had made that mistake before. I should learn from it..." he thought out loud, stroking down his beard a bit nervously. "I'll just... give it a little time. A few days perhaps, to think about it some more... If it's good for you like that," the biker looked at Corey again. "I'm sorry. I can be complicated too," he chuckled a bit all of a sudden feeling shy and insecure.

Corey just melted from the adorable sight of a shy Jim. "It's okay. I can play along and give you time," he said and moved to hug the neck of the big cutie. "You're so cute, you know that, my big bad sexy biker?" he cooed pecking Jim's lips. That man always brought out his nuzzling side. Maybe because he was a big bear... Cuddly teddy bear…

"Thank you..." Jim murmured under his mustache and caressed Corey's naked back while being hugged by the redhead. Kissing back, Jim giggled even cuter. "I like the sound of that your 'big bad sexy biker' a bit better though," he murmured and pulled the naked small man fully onto his lap to kiss him properly and soon show him just how much he appreciated Corey's affection...

***

The past four days flew by fast for Corey. He got busy with the song writing after his boy agreed to have Jim move to the guest room. Also, he had to put himself more into the performances at the club as even Shawn started to question him resting enough and focusing on the act.

Truth was, it was a lot going through that ginger head of his. All his emotions and acts he double checked and analyzed and almost got paranoid to not make any mistakes this time concerning his love life. That from the outside could be seen as if he closed up a lot of times and pulled back his over-affectionate self.

But finally Jim moved in. And after Griffin went to sleep the two men were peacefully sipping on their beers and watching an old horror movie, talking about everyday stuff... It was peaceful and nice… Nothing sexual and complicated, as Corey promised about living with Jim. Just two flat mates talking and drinking.

Moving in with the small family was a bit odd for Jim at first – especially because of the nature of his relationship with the head of the house... But in a few days, he got used to his new living situation. It was definitely a big improvement from that cheap motel room. Jim loved that guest room and its bed and own bathroom so much more and felt grateful for Corey and Griffin for taking him in.

The atmosphere was relaxed now, just like Jim, though in the last few days he had noticed that Corey seemed to be a bit more withdrawn. Probably because of Griffin and also because this situation has to be strange for him too. Either way, he and Jim were good and were taking things slowly as agreed.

"There's something I wanted to ask from you for a while," Jim suddenly said still looking at the screen, contemplating his next words before looking at Corey. "You are obviously fucking talented when it comes to writing and making music and also singing. You could make a living from that alone... So... why do you keep working at Rose Red?"

"Well… First of all, thank you. And I just really love that job. My old friend... or more like connection is there and he helped me settle in. Also..." Corey took a deep breath while thinking about how much he should share with Jim. "Also, it is good for me. I got away from my marriage... Then I really didn’t feel like having sex like ever again... Stripping helped me get okay with myself again and my sexuality and being a sexual person," he said after all and lowered his eyes sipping on the beer as he finished. It was still like he should be embarrassed... It is his shame... But taking steps with Jim is a positive progress.

Humming as Jim put two and two together, his eyes widened for a split second but quickly controlled his reactions. "I understand, I think. I'm starting to see what might have been the problem in your marriage... I've noticed the scars, you know. And I want to say I'm sorry you had to go through all that. And would like to ask you to always tell me if I do or say something that might make you feel uncomfortable. As I told your son, I don't want to hurt you, but probably will unintentionally if you don't let me know..." Jim said very seriously and put a reassuring and consoling hand on Corey's.

He knew that any kind of abuse was a hard burden to carry and live with, but also wanted Corey to know that he was there for him and wanted to help him.

Corey just looked long at the hand on his and nodded. "Thanks," he said only that, swallowing. Till then he did not even think about his scars, but suddenly he felt like he should hide them better from Jim...

"I... I tried to think of the scars as the therapist said. They represent that I survived and helped my son to get away too and be at peace. But it still feels like... my shame... For Griffin's sake I tried to bear it all. But even he could see that it was never going to work or get better," he mumbled suddenly jerking away from Jim and putting his beer to the table. "Sorry. It's not your problem. I talk too much... We should sleep…" he said with taking a big breath and looking at Jim closing up again before him.

Pulling back his hand as he looked at the closing up man, Jim felt his heart sinking a bit, but at the same time he told himself that it was probably very hard for Corey to talk about this, so he just nodded.

"Okay. I think you might not accept what I'm about to say, but I don't think it's your fault or that it doesn't concern me. Either way, whenever you feel like talking about this or anything else, please know that I'll listen," he said softly and stood up, giving a small kind smile to Corey, not daring to touch or kiss him right now. "Good night then..."

"I'm sorry..." Corey whispered and grabbed Jim's hand to pull the other man closer as he stood up too and put his forehead to the wide chest. "I have to have a hold on myself... For Griff... if not for my own sanity, he deserves better. So I'm just... too careful, I guess. But I am grateful for all what you said. And... just don't even know..." he sighed and raised his head to look into Jim's eyes. Raising onto his toes, he pecked his lips slowly.

Rubbing Corey's back with both hands after that peck, Jim's small smile was back and he nodded again. "I get it, don't worry. It's not easy on either of us. Baby steps, huh?" he slid a hand up to Corey's nape to caress it too and this time it was Jim who leaned down and kissed him gently but a bit longer.

"Sweet dreams, baby," he murmured onto the soft lips and winked as he let him go and started walking toward his own room with the beer in hand. It was hard for him to leave Corey there like that, but it was probably better for them both now.

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