He's Got A Love Like Woe {Christofer D. And Jordan W. Fan Fiction}

He's Got A Love Like Woe: Scene Thirty-Three

Scene Thirty-Three:

Jordan fumbled around the room in search of his shoes and jacket. He knew they were in the room somewhere, he just had a hard time identifying where. It was almost as if it were a crime scene investigation, like those shoes he would casually watch out of boredom. Except it wasn't a cadaver he was examining, it was the carpet, closet, bathroom and bed.

Christofer was gone at the moment, he had left Jordan in this state after he went to talk to Keegan and Andy. In between the two of them drying off after their passionate embrace in the shower, and now, Pete had called Jordan's phone to tell the two lovers that they needed to have lunch at a nearby restaurant. Some paparazzi were seen at the small, cafe in hopes to find some celebrities and since Jordan and Christofer both compromised with the company to publicly display themselves, it was a sealed deal.

Huffing in frustration, Jordan sat on the bed and asked himself where he could have put those darned objects. It wasn't like they were able to diffuse through the flooring, or magically disappear overnight.

At that precised time, Christofer walked through the doorway with Keegan and Andy in tow and watched in amusement as his lover glared at him. It didn't take a genius to figure out that if the shoes and jacket weren't on the couch by the door then Christofer must have hidden them on purpose. Aside from that well-known fact, he was smiling broadly at Jordan.

"They're under the bed," Christofer mused, after he was repeatedly hit upside the head.

Rolling his eyes, Jordan got on all fours and crawled underneath the lifted bed. Luckily he was thin enough to just fit his chest underneath, as he blindly placed his hands out in front of him and patted down the carpet. Christofer had said to watch out for creatures under the bed, which made Keegan and Andy both burst out in laughter, but Jordan ignored his friendly advice. He was already sweating from running around the room to find the hidden objects, the air conditioner was broken in the room, and Jordan wasn't in the mood for more kicks at his expense.

His fingers deftly moved over something and he grabbed onto it, only it was warm and moving. The moment his hand clasped around it, it tugged on his arm and pulled him further under the bed. For a split second he let out a yell, then wiggled his arm out of it's strong hold. Logic had been wiped from his mind the moment his fear had risen and in an attempt to scrambled out from under the bed, Jordan hit his head on the edge of the steel mattress frame. Swearing profusely, he rubbed the spot on his head and closed his eyes.

Christofer was about to reach out a hand to help Jordan soothe the pain away, but once his lover's stormy eyes looked towards him he froze. They were full of mixed emotions, the prime one being undeniable rage. It was then that he knew his jokes had gone too far; first from hiding his clothing and second being the creature under the bed.

Christofer asked Keegan and Andy to stand outside the door while they waited on Jordan to get ready, but what he was going to do was kiss him senseless to allow him to forgive his own childish behavior. "Jordan," He called, hovering over him while he pouted and sat on the floor. "I'm sorry, it was only supposed to be a few jokes. I didn't mean for you to actually get hurt, you know that."

He did know that. If it were any other circumstance, Jordan would have brushed it off by now.

Except this was the first time they would be spotted together in public, acting as a regular couple. Jordan wanted everything to go smoothly, he needed to show society that he wasn't afraid to be who he was. He was a man in love, just like any other and his fans needed to see that no matter what his sexual preferences were he was still the same musician.