Christopher could’ve sworn that his heart stopped in his chest as he looked over and saw the feather haired boy. He cleared his throat and smiled at the man, taking a sip of his beer. He leaned back in his chair, and put on the devilish smile of his. “You looked amazing up there. Do you do.. Private shows?” he asked, leaning in towards the man.
Jordan gave a cheeky smile to the boy next to him, raising an eyebrow whilst taking a sip of his drink. “Why thank you. And yes… Were you thinking of a show, or sex, or…?”