Wow! I gots to say that my Jodam muse took me (and Adam and Joe) to some very strange places in this chapter. This chapter is what happens when you have NO idea what you're planning for a chapter and just WRITE what comes to mind without thinking too much at ALL! O.O ENJOY!

Undisclosed Desires

Chapter Nine-Part Two

"Joe! How dare you? Don't you know the how much shame you've brought upon your family? Do you? We raised you to be better than this! Oh! What God must think of you!"

Joe trembled and backed into the wall, pressing as hard as possible against it, trying to fall through it. But his father just got closer till he was right up in his face. "This is why we didn't want you to move to L.A., we knew something like this would happen! But not with another man! This is unacceptable!" He saw Nick and Kevin nodding over dad's shoulder. Joe faintly heard his mom crying from across the room. He wanted to hug and comfort her, but his dad was in the way. Not that she would want him to anyway, she was crying more from shame and anger.

As his father continued yelling at him, Joe slowly realized that something was off. Why was his family confronting him in a humongous cathedral? And why (for the love of God!) was his dad wearing a black and purple kilt? Just as his brain was about to put all the pieces together, he felt the wall disappear, to be replaced by a warm chest and strong arms encircling and holding him. Joe felt warmth spread through his entire body and he turned around, looking up into Adam's gorgeous face. Adam was taller than usual, because he had on the outfit he'd worn during his performance with KISS last year. He looked stunning.

Adam reached down and brushed the back of his hand gently across Joe's cheek. "What's going on angel? Did you tell them about us?" Adam looked concerned.

Joe nodded mutely as he turned around again, so that his back was once more pressed against Adam's chest. His dad had finally shut up, he had his arms folded and was tapping a sandal clad foot impatiently.

"So," he finally stated, after a long pause, "is this the man who sodomized you?" Joe nodded again, deciding to ignore the offensive way that the word was used. "Are you going to be married?" He looked stern and pissed, but at least he wasn't yelling anymore, and his mom had stopped crying; she'd come closer to inspect Adam, her make-up somehow perfect, wearing a pearly white Cinderella gown. Nick and Kevin were gone.

Joe was about to say 'maybe someday', but Adam spoke first. "Of course not." Joe turned around again to look at Adam, shocked.

"I don't know about marriage and all that, but you're my boyfriend right?" Joe couldn't keep the hopefulness out of his voice.

A radient smile lit Adam's face as he looked Joe deep in the eyes. "No. I can't be tied down, angel, you know that. Though messing around with you has been a lot of fun, I'm getting kinda bored. We should probably both go find greener pastures soon." Tommy, he could only be meaning Tommy.

Joe felt tears of anger and hurt well up, he felt as though Adam had just punched a hole through his chest. "But I thought that I meant something to you," he choked out.

Adam shook his head in , bright blue eyes, dimmed to a stormy gray, that incredible smile still in place. He ruffled Joe's hair. "You're such a silly boy," he whispered softly, "I didn't mean to lead you on." He kissed Joe softly on the cheek and started fading. Joe clung to him, but it was like trying to cling on to vapor, his hands eventually sliding through nothing at all. "Adam," he whimpered, "please don't leave me." But it was no use, Adam was gone.

What had been the point? He'd given up everything for Adam; his love, his career on Disney Channel, some of his guy friends, his family and his vow to God. All so that Adam would just leave him in the end. It had all been for nothing. He fell to his knees, his whole body wracking with sobs.

His tears finally ran dry much later, he wasn't sure how much later. He just knelt there in utter in misery. He wasn't even frightened when he felt someone touch his shoulder.

"It's time to go Mr. Jonas. You've been here for far too long. I need to start cleaning up and you're making it mighty difficult."

"Frankie?" Joe looked at him incredulously.

Frankie raised an eyebrow at him, tucking a beautiful and antique, gold pocket-watch deep into his black butler's jacket. He looked utterly absurd in that top hat. He was clutching a broom in the other hand, muttering something about 'so much dust' and 'time wasters'.

Joe looked around him in awe, he was still in the cathedral, but it was like hundreds of years had gone by, the walls had all been reduced to rubble, the beautiful stained glass windows shattered on the cracked tiles of the floor. Small tufts of grass growing here and there. The sun was just coming up, making the colors from the broken glass glint and dance everywhere, like some other-worldly collage.

He took one last look at Frankie (who now was sporting a beard), then stood up and walked away.

There was no fucking way that this could be real.

A shudder wracked Adam's body as he peeked around a corner and into a long and dusty hallway. He tried not to be scared, but was failing spectacularly. It was dark, and his hair was probably gray by now, from all the fucking cobwebs that he'd collided with in the last half-hour.

"Joe?"

Adam winced as his voice echoed back at himself eerily (even though he'd whispered). Fuck.

He probably shouldn't have followed Joe in here at all, but it wasn't lile he could've just ignored him either. But this place was seriously creepy. He kept expecting Freddy Krueger to step around a corner, or sneak up behind him. Maybe Michael Myers or Jason too. Damn Tommy Joe's tattoo's, they were making him fucking paranoid.

He gathered up what little courage he had left and (keeping his back pressed against the wall), walked (slid) down the the hallway. He winced when his jacket caught on a nail and ripped. Shit, it was one of his favorites too.

He'd almost reached the corner that turned down the next passage, when he thought he heard a noise down there and froze, listening as hard as he could. It had sounded vaguely like giggling, but he could be wrong. It definitely didn't sound like the old, molding wood creaking beneath his feet, and he didn't try to convince himself that it was, however tempting.

He was just about to start walking again after the noise didn't persist for a few minutes, when it came again, only louder. It was obviously coming from below him, which didn't make sense, since he'd seen no sign of a basement. Maybe he'd walked up a flight of stairs without realizing it? Seemed unlikely.

Adam gulped when he heard the sound of feet running up a flight of stairs and laughter. It sounded like a boy and a girl; little kids. What the fuck? He pulled away from the wall, and ran towards where the stairs seemed to be. They had to get out of here, didn't they know how dangerous this place was. The way they were stomping on the floor was practically guaranteeing that they were gonna fall though it or something.

He'd just rounded a corner when the children he was searching for raced right by him. He was so stunned that he just stared dumbly after them for a second. They didn't even seem to have notice him.

"Hey!" He called after them. "Come back here! Who are you? What are you doing here? What is this place?" His shouting was falling on deaf ears apparently. He tried not be angry as he trotted along after them, following the tracks they'd left in the thick dust. His head was spinning. He was all turned around and confused, he couldn't even remember how he'd gotten here. He'd followed Joe, but from where again? How could he even see anything in this place at all. There weren't any windows or lights. Had he become Superman or something? Did Superman even have supervision, or was that a different superhero? Fucked if he knew at this point.

He was just about to give up hope of ever finding those damned kids, when he heard the sound of shuffling feet, and quiet mumbling. He jumped around the next corner expectantly, about to say 'AH HA!' but stopped when he saw a woman there standing before the kids, arms folded looking down at them sternly. The kids were the ones mumbling and shuffling their feet of course; he thought that they were trying to explain why they'd been running through the house.

The woman was obviously their mother.

She was wearing a long flowing purple dress, that made her look taller then she actually was; the dress was so long that he couldn't see her feet and it was trailing just a little bit across the floor. She cut quite an imposing, beautiful figure. Her children had inherited her blond hair (though her little girls hair was much longer than her mothers). But both of the children were faceless. Nothing there at all. Blank slates. None of them paid Adam any attention, even though he was breathing pretty heavily. It was starting to really get on his nerves. Seriously.

"Um... Excuse me ma'am." Still no response, her gaze was fixed on her faceless children. "Can you help me? Please..." When he still didn't get a response, he walked up to her hesitantly and placed his hand on her shoulder. He almost completely expected his hand to fall through her like he was a ghost or something, but that wasn't the case. She felt just as solid as... well... as a normal person. He shook her gently, but nothing. He was practically seething with anger.

She turned away from her children, throwing Adam's arm off of her shoulder, and stepped through the door that had materialized behind her. She opened it and ushered the kids through, she followed after them and closed the door. It was a really boring door. It was a low quality, plain white door. For whatever reason Adam had been expecting something more elaborate.

He waited outside it for a minute, trying to decide if he should walk in or not. Well, why not? What was there to lose? Maybe they'd finally pay him some attention.

He took a deep breath and pushed the door open (not needing to turn the knob, strangely enough). He didn't give himself a chance to hesitate, and just walked right in and shut the door behind him.

He gasped when he saw Joe sitting on a couch with the faceless children sitting on either side of him. He had a book on his lap and was reading it to them. They were leaning against him tiredly, looking at the pictures. Adam thought that he was reading Hansel and Gretel.

The woman walked up behind the couch and put her arms around Joe's neck, and kissing his cheek. The children somehow managed to make 'eeeewww' noises.

Adam stalked up to Joe angrily. "What the fuck Joe! Who is she? You-you're... cheating on me? With her?" He gestured at the woman, whom he now recognized as the girl from JONAS L.A. He couldn't even remember her name. He just wished Joe could hear him.

His anger dissipated, replaced by infinite sadness. "Please Joe, I know that you can hear me. Please don't do this to me. I- I need you."

No one paid him the slightest attention of course. He turned around abruptly, and stalked out the door, slamming it shut behind him. He leaned against it briefly and looked down at his hands, which were shaking.

July 2nd
2:03 a.m.

Adam splashed cold water on his face repeatedly, trying to wash away the dream (fuckin' nightmare really). He looked at himself in the mirror and felt a little better. At least he didn't look as horrified and tired as he had a few minutes earlier. He grabbed a towel from the rack and dried his face with it, before stumbling back to his temporary bedroom and just dropping face first onto his bed.

He had managed to push away the sadness that was threatening and had almost fallen back to sleep, when his iPhone rang. Without moving from the position that he was in, he nabbed his phone from the pants that were lying on the floor next to his bed. He didn't need to chech the caller I.D. to know who was calling.

"Hi Joe," he said with a heavy sigh.

"Adam. I um... I'm sorry for calling so late, but I really need to ask you something."

Adam was glad that Joe wasn't here to see him at this moment, smiling like a fool just from the sound of his voice. "Don't worry, I was already awake. Now do tell me what's so important that you would call me at this time at nig-morning." He rolled over onto his back, staring up at the tour bus ceiling.'

"Well... I don't want you to be mad at me."

Adam was immediately on alert, heart pounding, slightly panicked, and he said without thinking, "You cheated on me."

There was complete silence on the other end of the line, before he heard Joe start laughing hysterically. Adam had no idea what was funny about this situation at all. He was just about to hang up, when Joe panted out, "No! God no! Adam! How could you think that?" He still sounded too amused for Adam's liking.

"Never mind!" Adam snapped, embarrassed for one of the few times in his life. "What is it you wanted to ask me?"

"I wanted to ask you about Tommy?" He didn't sound amused anymore thank God. "And you did you think that I was cheating with?"

"That doesn't matter," Adam mumbled, "and what do you mean you wanted to know about Tommy?"

"I'll tell you, if you tell me who you thought that I was cheating with."

Adam rubbed his free hand over his eyes and chuckled a little. "Um... That co-star of yours, from JONAS. I watched some of it last night and I just... you guys have a lot of chemistry. I don't know." Joe was probably raising his eyebrows in disbelief right about now.

"Shit Adam. No. Never. I was expecting you to say Demi or something, but Chelsea?"

"Promise?" It wasn't necassary at all. He knew that Joe wasn't lying. But he said it all the same.

"I promise. I could never cheat on you. I lo- like you too much." Adam smiled. Joe had almost said it again. It was reassuring. Adam hoped that one day soon he'd feel sure enough to say those three words to Joe.

"And what did you want to know about Tommy?"

He heard Joe sigh uneasily. "Well. I was watching some of those video's with you and Tommy kissing and..."

"You were jealous." Adam stated.

"More than that. I was wondering if you're sleeping with him..."

Adam couldn't say that he was totally surprised. "Listen to me angel, I'm not that kind of guy. All that shit that me and Tommy do onstage, is purely for the benefit of the audience. Tommy would never sleep with me, and I would never sleep with him as long as you and I are together."

"But what if you left me for him?"

Adam wished that he could look into Joe's eyes and say all this. "That's not gonna happen baby. And we have to stop doubting and questioning each other, or this relationship isn't going to work. Relationships are based on trust, and we seem to be slipping up on that department already."

There was silence for a moment than, "You are my boyfriend, right?"

Adam's eyes widened in shock. "Of course I am. Why?"

"It's just that neither of us has said it out loud before."

Adam laughed a little. "You're my boyfriend."

Joe did almost a giggly nervous laugh. "I just like hearing it. But it's so strange at the same time. You're my boyfriend. You're my boyfriend."

Adam swore that he could hear Joe smiling over the phone.

"So lets not talk anymore about this 'cheating' we were both supposedly doing. Okay?"

"Okay, but lets not end these late nig- I mean early morning phone calls. These I enjoy very much."

"Me to angel, me too."

Kentucky

Adam felt a little strange and a little more than amused. This was the first interview that he'd done in a church, and most likely the last. But it was definitely a new experience. He wondered if the pastor of the church knew about this.

After the 'Sure Fire Winners' question, the interviewer said, "And this next question is from Rebecca. Can yuo stand up Rebecca?"

Adam smiled warmly at the shy looking girl who stood up from one of the pews. She had to be either sixteen or seventeen. "Hi Rebecca, I love your hair." It had been dyed a dark purple with tons of glitter thrown on it. She'd obviously done it for his benefit.

She blushed and mumbled a quiet 'thank you'. So cute.

"Rebecca's question is," Adam turned back to the interviewer expectantly, "is Joe Jonas your boyfriend?"

Adam froze on the inside. He didn't want to lie. Not only cause he almost never lied, but also because he was certain that Perez Hilton would be all over his case about it later on.

"I'll leave that up to your imaginations." He winked and everybody laughed.

The interview at the end takes place on September 1st, but we're gonna pretend that it takes place in July. TY! And drop a comment. SERIOUSLY! DROP A COMMENT! I wanna hear from all of you! :DDDDD LOVELOVELOVE! PEACEPEACEPEACE!