Take my breath away (Jordan Knight one shots/Imagines)

What'cha gonna do about it

It was 1994 you are with the band during their Face the Music tour. When you can you join Joe on tour. You find the friend sitting on his own, backstage. Everyone else is either getting food or showering like your boyfriend is. He is sitting there nursing a bottle of beer and has an empty one by his feet. You pick up a beer as well. You have known the friend for years. You lived three blocks away from him and you both share the same birthday but you are three years younger. You take a sip of beer and realise that you are not much of a beer drinker. You are underage but who cares here. The band played at over 21's clubs when they weren't of age. The taste is bitter, you rather have a cocktail of some sort. He doesn't notice just finishes his own beer. He opens another beer and doesn't talk just drinks. Has he had another fight with his on-and-off girlfriend of a year? You don't talk, you just drink together. The beer is getting to your head. But you are not as drunk as the one next to you. The taste isn't getting any better as you drink the bottle. Your stomach is turning. You think the one next to you needs to go back to the hotel. Still no sign of your boyfriend anywhere. So you leave a note.

Have gone back to the hotel. See you when you are back.

You call a cab and try to help the drunk friend out of the arena towards the waiting cab. Once in the cab, the quiet friend starts to sniffle. Yep, must be girl trouble.

"You okay," you ask.

He nods and wipes his eyes looking out the window of the cab. He is so quiet and stares out of the window. You see the other side of Jordan, the quiet shy version. Because you have known him for years, you have seen so many versions of him. This version you know more of cos when he is on his own and something is wrong he goes quiet. You both get out of the car and you lead him into the hotel. You find his room and ask for the key. He gets it out from his jeans pocket. He is now looking a little green and very wobbly as he walks with you. You feel something against your neck.

"Stop it Jordan".

"Stop what?".

"Whatever you are doing?" you say. Cos you know he is doing something.

"I am not doing anything," he says. Sure he is. You know he is playing with you.

He lifts a hand to your face and looks at you. "(y/n), you are so good to me. Taking care of me and making sure I got to the hotel okay". His hand falls from your face as he wobbles again. "Hold on".

He wobbles into the bathroom and you can hear him retching in the bathroom. There have been times you have dealt with both your boyfriend Joey and his friend Jordan and their drunk asses. This time it's just one. While you make him a black coffee with the coffee machine in his hotel room, he walks back into the room wiping his face.

"Are you going to tell me what's wrong?" You ask.

He looks at you saying nothing.

"Is it your girlfriend again?".

He nods and you notice a tear.

"What happened this time?" You say calmly. "You know maybe you should reconsider your relationship. You guys have been on and off for months".

"BUT I LOVE HER" He cried.

"I know," you give him the cup of black coffee "Here".

"But it's black" as he takes it from you.

"Black coffee for your drunken ass".

"...".

He takes a sip. You know he is only doing it because you said too by the screwed facial expressions he is making as he drinks it. You take a seat on the couch in the room. For this tour, they have stopped sharing rooms fully but it doesn't stop Donnie from barging into everyone's rooms. He barged into Jon's room last tour. Last week he barged into Danny's room while Danny had his girl there. You glance over at the door hoping he doesn't do it tonight. You feel the couch dip as Jordan sits down. You can't tell what he is saying cos he is babbling now.

"Thank you (y/n)".

"That is alright. What are you friends for?". You look at him. "Are you alright now?".

"No, I really love her".

"What happened?".

"We fought again".

"Over what if you don't mind me asking".

"The band".

Oh, I have never seen her at any gigs recently. The last time I saw her was at the start of the tour and they fought then. The tears are flowing down his face.

"Come here," you say opening your arms to hug him. You wrap your arms around him in a warm embrace. He repeats that he loves her.

Then it happened. He leans over more.

"Jordan what are you doing?"

"Nothing".

He leans towards your face.

"Stop it".

"Stop what?".

"Whatever you are doing?".

"I am not doing anything".

You know he is. He is so close you can feel his breath on your neck. Then his lips land on yours. You shove him in the chest.

"What the fuck, Jordan?".

"I'm sorry" he gets flustered " I don't know... what... came over me... sorry". He becomes anxious like he always does when he knows he is in the wrong. His forte, he uses to butter people up when he is in the wrong.

Now you do something stupid especially you just pushed him off you. He gets up so he can move away from you.

"Don't".

"Huh," he sounds confused.

The drink is talking now as you move to sit on his lap. He has a confused look on his face as you have just said no and pushed him away. Now you are sitting on his lap.

The drink is talking for both of you now. You grab some of his hair as you kiss him back. You long to grab the hair he had years ago. You can't grab much with his Cesar haircut. Where is his big fluffy puff-up hair? You miss his big fluffy hair. You were sad when he appeared back in Dorchester minus his famous rat tail. Where he would spend hours spraying it with hairspray. He wraps his arms around you to hold you as he kisses you again. You are having thoughts about his velvet lips and the way he kisses you. Somehow he made you forget about Joe, your boyfriend. ,

The last you remember is Jordan saying Let's play house.

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The morning after you wake up with you in a room that's not your hotel room.

Crap

You heard someone sleeping next to you. Maybe you guys had switched rooms last night. You did help a friend to his room last night cos he was drunk. You look over and your eyes widen in sheer panic as there in bed is not your fiance. BUT it's the friend instead who is dressed in just his pj bottoms and sleeping on top of the covers. You breathe a sigh of relief and nothing could have happened if you are both dressed. You check to make sure you are too. Yes, in his tee shirt. Well, it's something.

Before anything else goes wrong you get out of his bed and find your clothes. You then get dressed and disappear as if you hadn't been there at all.

To be continued