Chapter Two

Perfect

"Joe Jonas?! You're going to go to dinner with, Joe Jonas?!." Adam rolled his eyes as Tommy positively howled with laughter. He held his iPhone to his ear using his shoulder, as he opened the freezer, taking out a carton of ice cream. After taking a spoon out of the strainer he headed into his living room and plopped down on the couch. When Tommy still didn't stop laughing, Adam felt uncharacteristic anger flash through him.

"Shut the fuck up Tommy!" But Tommy only laughed harder than before. "Seriously, I'm gonna hang up on you!" From the other end of the line Adam heard Tommy stop laughing, taking deep gasping breaths, before finally giving a huge 'Phew'. "Okay, okay. I'm good now. Sorry Adam, but Joe Jonas?! You've gotta be kidding me. How the fuck did that happen?"

Adam dug his spoon into the carton of French Silk ice cream, taking a huge frustrated bite before answering. "I don't know exactly," he said, still a little grumpy, "he was acting kinda strange though."

"Was it because of you, or do you think he acts like that all the time?"

Adam sighed. "It was because of me."

"Well, Adam, "Tommy said slowly, humor almost completely gone from his voice now, "you know, he is a christian."

"Naw... I don't think that's it. Actually, he was really easy to talk to. I think he was just a little shocked to see me there. I was shocked to see him there." Adam took another bite of ice cream, savoring the sweet mocha flavor.

"Soooo....." Tommy sounded a little hesitant, "is this like, you know... a date?"

This time it was Adam's turn to laugh. "Hell no! Like you said; it's Joe Jonas!" Adam stopped laughing and took a deep breath. "Besides, he likes girls genius."

"Hmmm... Maybe you're making him question his sexuality," Tommy replied teasingly.

Adam gave a huge over-dramatic sigh. "It's not my fault that I'm so irresistible. Why was I born with this curse?!" He shook his head at himself while Tommy laughed again, taking another bite of ice cream.

"It would be hilarious if he did like you though, wouldn't it? He did ask you after all. You know Adam, you're just a walking controversy. So... where are you meeting him anyways?"

"Um... at Jasmine's."

"That little Thai restaurant downtown? That's a very date like... place. Who's paying?"

"I was thinking that we'll both just pay for ourselves. See? Very undate like." Adam stuck, out his tongue even though Tommy couldn't see him.

"Okay, I gotta go Adam. Call me when you get back and tell me how everything goes. Promise? Texting won't be sufficient."

"Yeah, yeah. Alright Glitterbaby. Talk to ya later." Adam hung up his iPhone and tossed it to the other side of the couch in frustration. He wasn't much in the mood for ice cream. Too much guilt.

As he put everything away he thought about Joe. Goddamn it. Adam wasn't stupid, he knew when someone liked him. And Joe... well, he didn't have a very good poker face. Adam had suspected it since the Grammy's. God, the way that Joe kept looking at him when he thought Adam couldn't see. It had all been kind of funny at the time, but now he felt like he was taking advantage. That wasn't true of course, Joe was twenty years old. Guess it was just the sexual experience factor. After all, if you had a purity ring, you weren't even allowed to jack off. 'That kid must have a lot of pent up sexual frustration.'

Adam growled a little at himself (good thing no one was around) and headed to his bathroom to take a shower. It was a little past 5:00 p.m. Less than two hours to go.

Adam ended up spending a good amount of time just standing under the shower head, letting the hot water soothe the tension out of his body. He couldn't help but feel a little proud of himself. Tommy hadn't suspected a thing. Not that there was anything to suspect. This whole thing was completely innocent... Unless Joe wanted to make it less innocent.

"No!" Adam couldn't believe that he'd let that thought drift across his mind. As he'd said before, he was a sexual person; but he was also a respectable person. Besides, he didn't even like Joe Jonas. Did he? Adam turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel from the rack and drying himself vigorously.

Well, what wasn't to like? He was a really nice guy (JoBro of course), Adam would have to be blind to say that he wasn't good looking, and (Adam giggled softly in spite of himself) he was the first guy to ever ask Adam out, instead of the other way around. He remembered complaining slightly on AdamOfficial about how he wished a guy would step up to the plate. Well, well, well...

Oh my God! Had he really just giggled like a school girl over Joe Jonas? He threw the towel into the laundry basket and headed into his room to find clothes, rolling his eyes at himself along the way.

He thought about what to wear for a few minutes, and eventually decided on a glammed down look to make Joe feel more comfortable. He wore a black long-sleeved Hollister shirt, the sleeves rolled up, with a simple silver necklace, and a pair of loose fitting blue jeans (he practically felt his dick sigh in happiness). He thought briefly about re-doing his nails, but in the end decided to leave em' nice n' chipped. Though he did apply a generous amount of black eyeliner. He didn't really style his hair, just ran a comb through it. A few rings and voila! Adamgasmic! He grinned at the ridiculous (but flattering) word. He loved his fans.

Adam spent the last the last thirty minutes straightening up his house for want of something better to do. He still wasn't sure about this whole thing. For some reason he felt like something big was gonna happen. Maybe, he should just stop questioning everything and let the chips fall where they may. He'd just have to put his trust in the Universe and hope for the best.

He mentally crossed his fingers as he got into his car and drove over to Jasmine's.

Adam had been sitting at a booth in Jasmine's, drumming his fingers against the table for about ten minutes, when he heard footsteps (muffled by the carpet) headed in his direction. He looked up smiling when he saw Joe walking over to join him. He looked really nice in the soft light of the restaurant.

"Hey," Adam said, as Joe slid into the seat opposite him. "Hey," Joe smiled shyly as he slipped out of his jacket, laying it beside him. For some reason, Joe's nervousness made Adam more calm and confident. Yeah, the kid really didn't have a poker face. It was kind of endearing.

"I'm glad you found the place. Though I should warn you, it's kind of expensive. But I thought it would have kind of trashy to recomend the McDonald's."

Joe laughed a little, not as nervous as before but still a little shy. "No, this is good. Actually, this place is really nice. I've never had been in a Thai restaurant before. It's... calming."

Adam grinned. "I love places like this. They're full of good karma."

Joe met his eyes for the first time since he'd gotten there. "I'm not really into that kinda stuff, but I know what you mean." Adam couldn't help but notice the nice soft brown of his eyes. Damn this romantic setting!

Adam and Joe both jumped when their waitresses voice broke through the short silence. "I see your friend is here now." The pretty Asian woman laid out two menus and a glass of water for Joe. "Would you like something to drink?" She took a small notepad out of her black apron, smiling genuinly at them (Joe). Adam had a feeling she was a fan.

Adam gestured at Joe to go ahead. "Um... just a Coke is fine." She wrote it down quickly, before turning to Adam just a tad hesitantly.

"Green tea please. Sweetened." She wrote that down too, and left promising to be back soon to take their orders. Adam giggled, while opening his menu.

"What?" Joe looked at Adam curiously over his own menu.

"Our waitress is so a JoBrobot."

"A JoBrobot? What the hell does that mean?"

"Oh, you know, girls who live and breathe solely for you and your brothers. Yeah, JoBrobot."

"Did you come up with that?"

Adam hid hid face behind his menu again. "Maybe."

"I'm gonna remember that. Maybe I'll come up with a name for your fans."

Don't bother, mine already have one. Lambskanks."

"Damn." Joe cursed quietly.

"Language? Really?"

"Hey, just cause I have a purity ring, that doesn't mean I'm a saint. Though I'll admit, I'm as close as it gets."

Adam snorted. "'Saint' my ass."

"I was just kidding, the real saint is Nick."

"Hmmm... Don't worry about it. You don't wanna be a saint anyway. Too much pressure in my opinion."

"I couldn't agree more. You know-" Joe stopped talking when their waitress (Nikki) came back, placing their drinks in front of them. They both said 'thank you', informing her that they needed a little more time.

"What do you suggest Adam. Cause frankly, I have no idea what's good here."

"I'll just order us the same thing. Is that okay?"

Joe nodded. "Sure. As long as you don't poison me, it's all good. I'm generally not a picky eater."

"How does Tom Yum Chicken and Coconut Saffron Rice sound?"

"I understood chicken and coconut rice. Whatever, I trust your palette."

Adam took his and Joe's menus, setting them together on the side of the table. He and Joe chatted for a few minutes while waiting for Nikki to come back. Adam was a little shocked at how well they got along. Truthfully, most people who got to know Adam did get along with him, but the fact that it was Joe Jonas made it seem unreal.

Nikki came back and took their orders seeming a bit surprised at their positions. They'd gotten caught up in the conversation and had ended up leaning towards each other across the table. They both settled back against their seats as Adam ordered for them.

"So," Adam asked, pushing his rice around with his chopsticks, "you've liked me since American Idol?"

"Who didn't?! You were freakin' incredible! I just wished that I could sing like you."

"Thank you." It was Adam's turn to grin a little shyly. "You're not too bad yourself."

Joe gave Adam a skeptical look as he took another bite of chicken. "Have you ever even heard me sing?"

Adam raised an eyebrow, thinking about it as he chewed a mouthful of rice. "No, I haven't," he admitted eventually, looking a bit sheepish.

"That's what I thought." Adam laughed as Joe pointed his chopsticks accusingly at him.

"I guess I'll have to now though. Cross my heart and hope to die."

"No. You don't have to do that."

"But you've listened to my C.D. haven't you. I'll return the favor. Besides, I can tell you're a good singer. Just look at you."

"Ha! I'll take a good look at myself when I'm not with you. I'm not in the mood to take a hit on my self-esteem."

Adam frowned a little. "What do you mean?"

Joe sighed, looking down at the table, blushing (so cute). "Well, you're like, really, really good looking."

Adam's frown turned into a grin. "You really think I'm good looking?"

"Yeah, you're fucking gorgeous!"

Joe clapped a hand to his mouth, not believing the words that had come out with such intensity. Adam giggled loudly at the look on Joe's face, he was blushing scarlet, brown eyes wide.

Adam leaned forward slightly, his sapphire eyes sparkling with amusement and delight as he looked into Joe's. "What's so gorgeous about me?" Adam was completely fascinated. Men had told him he was good looking before, but this was different. Joe had spoken without thought, just letting the truth take over, and Adam could tell by the way Joe had said it that he truly meant what he'd said. Adam felt just the tiniest plucking against his heartstrings. "Please tell me," he whispered softly, needily. Blue eyes boring into brown.

"Well, everything," Joe murmered a little shakily, it was hard to breathe when Adam was staring into his eyes like that, "I love your eyes, and your hair, your lips... your voice of course... your body. Everything. You're perfect." Joe's voice ended in a breathless whisper. He looked a little scared at having said so much.

"You really think so?" Adam's eyes were suddenly open and vulnerable as they searched Joe's. Perfect was a word no one had ever used when describing him. Hearing it was strange and it made his heart constrict with sudden emotion.

"I know so." Joe bit his lower lip, lowering his eyes to the table.

"Joe," Joe raised his eyes back up to Adam, "thank you. That really means a lot to me." Great, now Adam was blushing too. Shit! "One thing though," Adam said, mischief back in his voice, "you completely forgot about sexy. Tch tch tch... I'm almost offended." He folded his arms in fake annoyance. This was easier, pretending that he hadn't been moved by what Joe had said. The emotions were still there roiling beneath the surface. But they could be examined later. Right now it was just best to put up a facade. He'd had no idea that Joe felt like that, and he was completely unprepared for it.

Joe relaxed, but looked a little confused and hurt by the sudden shift their conversation. But Adam quickly became again worried when he saw a feisty look appear in Joe's eyes, "I think you're sexy too," he whispered hoarsely, "want me to tell you why?" He grinned evilly, looking at Adam challengingly.

Adam didn't know how to respond to that. He really wanted to know, but he was starting to get a hard on, and this was taking a direction that he was sure was not a good one to head in.

Adam was spared the decision when Nikki came by to ask them how they were doing. They told her that they were good, got refills, and finished their meal talking and laughing, pretending that nothing weird had happened. It was actually quite easy. It was like an unspoken agreement that they wouldn't talk about it.

After dessert (coconut ice cream) they split the bill and headed out into the parking lot. It was a little past nine.

"So, what are you doing anything tomorrow?"

Joe looked at Adam questioningly. "You wanna hang out again?"

Adam shrugged non-chalantly. "I like hanging out with you, and I got nothing planned. I was just gonna be lazy for a while. I think I deserve to be after all the shit I've done this month. Are you busy?"

"Well, I have to unpack everything tomorrow. It's probably gonna take all day."

"No problem," Adam stated brightly, "I'll come over and help." Adam paused at the look on Joe's face. "I don't have to if you don't want me to. That's fine, it was just a suggestion. Sorry." Adam felt his face heat up. Way too forward.

"No, don't apologize. That's perfectly fine with me. I was just a little bit shocked. But yeah, that'd be nice!" He grinned at Adam reassuringly.

After getting Joe's address and promising to meet at twelve the next day, they headed to thier seperate cars.

On the drive home Adam wondered why he was doing this; what had happened earlier tonight should've been a warning, but he didn't care. Joe had called him perfect... and sexy. And he had looked relatively normal tonight, glammed down. Bur Joe had made him feel... special. Wanted. This fucking sucked. Why did he have to be a Jonas Brother?!

He gripped the wheel tightly, and turned on the car radio singing along to Bohemian Rhapsody. But, still constantly in the back of his mind... perfect.

Adam smiled, letting the warmth of that one word flow through him.

YAY!!!! Chapter two!!!! Pleeeeeeease review!!!! Meesa LOVES reviews!!! GIMME GIMME GIMME!!!!^_^ No sexytimes yet. The next chapter should be relatively short. But you never know, shit happens! ;D