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Caesar didn’t say anything the first time. He was barely awake, in that precarious moment twixt and between consciousness and sleep. The creak of the door caught his attention enough, to pry his eyes open. The room was only illuminated by moonlight, as it streamed through the curtains casting shadows against the wall. His eyes barely registered the familiar figure by the door.
Joseph? He thought absently. His mind still foggy from the weight of sleep.
He didn’t mind though, when the bed shifted and the younger man curled up next to him under the duvet. This was something he was used to; it reminded him of how his kid siblings had taken up to sleeping next to him when he was young. The other had scooted close enough to the blonde, so that their backs were just barely touching. Joseph’s breathing slowed, the sound amplified by his mask, and Caesar was lulled back to sleep by the repetitive sounds of his breath and the comfort of another’s body heat next to him.
It was only in the morning that he realized that perhaps, this wasn’t the most ideal sleeping arrangement. But he was too much of a softy to say anything. Every morning he awoke before the brunette in generally the same position, tangled in sheets and limbs. Joseph would be pressed up close to him, a leg hooked over his own, arms draped over him. Sometimes haphazardly thrown right across his face, much to his disdain. No matter how much room he gave the younger man, he always ended up on his side of the bed, coiling himself around the blonde like some oafish, snoring snake. But what did he expect from Joseph Joestar, even his sleep habits were representative of the way he lived life.
The arrangement neither of them had acknowledged, persisted for the weeks of their training. Every night Joseph crawled into his bed, after the blonde was presumably unconscious; and went to sleep quickly thereafter. Caesar didn’t know why he did this; but with his life on the line who was he to deprave the guy of such a simple comfort?
He did start to notice in their day to day, that Joseph was acting differently around him. They were still competitive, still antagonistic to each other; but it was the in the glint of his eyes and every smile and laugh. It was a softer, more familiar feeling. Caesar supposed, though he wouldn’t say it, that he had grown close, even fond of Jojo too.
That’s why when they were given their final test, Caesar was concerned. Not for himself, but for his only friend. His friend whose skill and power had grown beyond his expectation, who motivated him to be better and stronger. Messina’s observation rang in his ears. “You’re bad at making friends, but I guess when you do, its true love.”
That ‘true love’ resulted in the instant light headed feeling as his blood rushed through his veins when he saw ACDC and Joseph fighting. The fear for Joseph’s life contrasted with his fervent belief in him. He just hoped that they could both make it out of this whole situation alive, and they did for now. But the ambush by the Pillar Man changed things.
The whole group was on the trail of the stone but had stopped at a hotel for the night. Caesar was feeling anxious. The culmination of all he had worked for, for years was coming. He would finally be able to take revenge on the Pillar Men for all that they took from him and the world. He sat on his bed looking out the window at the snow that was falling into drifts on the ground. He sighed leaning back onto the bed with his arms crossed behind his head. His mind was too cluttered with anticipation to sleep; for a warrior, this was bad and he knew it.
He was drawn out of his frustrated stupor with a rasping knock on his door. “Hey, Caesar? It’s me.” The familiar voice said through the frame. Joseph’s voice was louder now, since he didn’t have the mask anymore.
That was something Caesar wasn’t used to yet. Seeing the brunette smile wide, as he opened the door for him without hesitation. The way his lips pursed in a pout as the blonde shrugged off his attempted side hug. Caesar couldn’t handle this; he was far too surreally aware of Joseph’s presence in his room and in his own personal space.
“What do you want, Jojo?” He asked, feigning aloofness.
Joseph looked at his with a confused face like it was such an obvious thing. “I wanted to sleep.” He shifted on his feet awkwardly and scratched the back of his head.
“Oh. Alright.” He wanted to ask why, but saying nothing was easier.
This was different than before, not just because Jojo had actually spoken to him and acknowledged it. He was sure of it the second Jojo’s hands wrapped around his torso from behind, pulling him into his strong chest. The younger pressed his forehead against the back of his neck, soft breathes heating up his back.
“Joseph.” The brunette only replied with an affirmative sound, nuzzling Caesar’s back. Joseph was always a physical kind of guy, but he had never been this gentle and touchy-feely around him before. “Is something wrong?” The way Joseph had been acting since they left Italy had been strange. Stranger than usual because he was actually being quiet. Caesar knew that Lisa Lisa noticed it because he caught a glimpse of them earlier speaking alone. He was almost jealous.
A silence fell between them, and Joseph’s motions stilled. His hands clutched the back of Caesar’s shirt. “I’m worried. Nervous. Something.” He sounded exasperated.
“That’s unlike you.” Caesar recalled all their battles, the brashness he showed, his sure-fire confident mannerisms, even when he was concocting the most impossible, obtuse plans.
“It’s just I’m nervous about the stone, the Pillar Men, the ring… it’s a lot to deal with. And with Lodge dead, and Suzie injured…” His voice began to waver, with the mention of the others. It was then that Caesar felt the need to comfort him. Joseph hadn’t lived the way he did; he hadn’t experienced the death of those around him, nor the harshness and stress of living in a dangerous situation.
“Idiota. You’re supposed to be the brazen one, with wild plans.” Caesar’s voice was soft, and he turned around to ruffled brown hair. Though, he would be lying if he said he didn’t feel an inkling of the same thing. But for Jojo’s sake and his own, he lightened the mood by chastising the younger man.
Joseph caught his wrist when he pulled his hand away. Caesar’s eyebrow rose in question; but Jojo let his grip linger, prolonging their eye contact. His eyes bore into Caesar like he was searching for something or just thinking. But as soon as it happened, he released his grip and Caesar’s arm dropped to his side. The blonde’s fingers twitched, wanting to touch the skin still tainted by the warmth of his hand.
It was midnight by the time most of the lights were out in the hotel, Caesar’s room included. Both were nestled under the covers on the bed. Caesar noticed how Jojo had left a great space between them, opting to sleep on the edge of the bed. Turned away from him. This revelation turned him off a bit. He had gotten used to closeness they shared. Ah, fuck it. He shifted over in the bed until his arm touched the skin on Joseph’s back, where his shirt had ridden up. Jojo’s whole body stiffened in response. “Caesar?”
“Are you okay?” Jojo just groaned in response. If Caesar thought Jojo was acting off before, he was absolutely sure of it now.
Caesar blinked. The bed shifted quickly and when he opened his eyes he was staring into Joseph’s face. Jojo eyebrows were furrowed and he was staring with a focus that Caesar was unused to. He opened his mouth to say something but was stopped when Jojo captured his lips with his own. He exhaled through his nose, as he pulled the younger man closer by cupping his hand on the back of his neck.
This was not what he had anticipated, but he wasn’t complaining. Joseph bit Caesar’s lower lip sucking on it lightly before slipping his tongue into his mouth. Caesar met him with equal fervor, propping himself up on his elbows to lean in, seeking contact and to deepen their kiss. Caesar’s reaction and enthusiasm surprised Joseph. He made a muffled sound in the back of his throat, as he retracted to release a breath. Caesar looked up at him, eyes half lidded, lips slight apart and wet from the kiss.
Joseph’s head was muddled with the thrumming of his own heart; but his face was beaming. In this moment, he was happy.
So was Caesar, only he was more begrudging about it and didn’t wear his heart on his sleeve. Joseph nuzzled him like a cat, even practically purring. Caesar’s ears picked up the low reverberation of his chuckle against his skin. Joseph lowered his body so that he was resting on top of Caesar, a knee resting between Caesar’s legs.
Brown hair tickled his face, when Joseph rested his forehead against the blonde’s shoulder. Caesar had the urge to say something. To reassure him, Lodge’s death was not your fault. Suzie’s attack was not your fault. We are going to get through this together. Instead he trailed his fingers up the back of Jojo’s neck, entwining into his brown hair. He kissed Jojo's temple, and he could feel the brunette smile against his own skin. “Why do you make me so happy, you Italian playboy?”
Caesar felt hot all over. He felt the same as Jojo. He had been happiest in the past month, ever since they met. Their bond was strong; they were friends. But he knew he felt more than that. More of a heady feel coursed through his body and made him tingle like tiny shocks of electricity were running up is limbs, made his head feel cloudy and confused. All because of this man, who was draped over him like a blanket. His heart pounded in his chest when he decided. He spoke in a low voice, whispering into the younger man’s ear. “Jojo, I want to make you happier at least just for this night.”
The pressure from the impending battle loomed over them. Jojo blinked. He was taken aback, and pulled away, sitting back on his legs. “I would want to… at least before the fight. Just in case.” He babbled out. His hand rested on his chin in thought like he was in deep consideration. Caesar was looking at him expectantly. “I mean I would want to do this with you. Specifically.” Joseph knew he was being terribly inarticulate at the moment; and he almost sounded timid, but Caesar knew better.
He knew by the way Joseph, touched the back of his neck, like he always did when he was anxious. He would have tugged on the edge of his scarf, had he been wearing it. But by the way his lips curled into a smile, he knew it wasn’t a bad anxious. It wasn’t the thought of sex that was making the younger uncomfortable; it was that Caesar was already someone he was close to and that he admired. They were friends, and that would change. “I know I’m irresistible,” He started. “But are you actually saying we should sleep together?”
“We’ve already crossed that line. I was hoping for something more physical.”
Joseph huffed. “You know what I mean.”
“Yes, amore.” Caesar smirked playfully.
It was late now, so much for getting a lot of sleep. But this was worth it. Heavy breathes fell in pants, Jojo ran his tongue along the dip in the middle of the blonde’s chest. Ripple energy, unshackled with the haze of lust, surged between them. Pleased sighs fell from Caesar’s parted lips, with the brush of Jojo’s fingers across his nipples and the wet warmth of the flat of his tongue on his skin.
Joseph peered up from under his dark lashes up at the blonde, his chin resting in the dip between his large pectorals. “I wouldn’t have imagined you to be so…” He tweaked a nipple, and Caesar twitched, arching his back off the bed, making a muffled sound in an attempt to restrain his voice. “Sensitive.”
Joseph was smirking now, obviously pleased with himself like a cat that got into the cream. Caesar turned his head aside, a flush crossing his face. “You should do better things with that cocky mouth of yours.” Caesar snipped back.
Joseph winked with a toothy grin. “Is that a request or a demand?”
“Ugh just do something, idiot.” He grumbled, canting his hips up against Joseph’s thigh to grind his evident erection against him. Joseph pushed his thigh against him harder, increasing the friction and creating a delectable sensation that settled in Caesar’s pelvis. With every rhythmic thrust, Caesar was struck with a desire to feel more of Joseph’s skin against his.
Frustrated he grabbed one of Joseph’s hands that was preoccupied teasing his chest. He pressed it flat against the damp, tented fabric of his underwear. The brunette licked his lips in anticipation; in anticipation of pleasure and Caesar’s high strung, wanting body. His calloused fingers trailed along the cut V of Caesar’s hips before settling at start of pubic hair.
He lingered there; and flicked his eyes upwards to Caesar, who was very obviously grumbling about being teased. He grabbed the base of the cock which pushing against tight boxer briefs, engulfing the clothed head in his mouth. Caesar immediately shut up with his complaining, lips pulled into a tight line while he watched the younger man’s action with great interest. The heat around his cock even through the cloth was pleasing; and Joseph went further pressing his tongue against the tip, bunching up the now wet fabric. He sucked in deeply while his unoccupied hand touched along the sensitive skin on his inner thigh, sliding under the cloth of the underwear to tease at the flesh of his balls.
He pulled off momentarily to tug the offending barrier away before grabbing the blonde’s dick with one hand and pressing his cheek against it. The corner of his mouth turned up when he caught Caesar’s hungry gaze. He placed a kiss at the side of the heated, hardened flesh. Just a chaste one while he encircled the girth with his pointer finger and thumb to give it a few good strokes. He trailed his tongue upwards along the shaft until he lapped at the slightly leaking slit.
Caesar took a sharp intake of breath. He was thrusting up into Jojo’s hand with great need. He was set over the edge from seeing the man holding his cock, pressing his face and lips against it. It was surely the most erotic looking thing he had seen in his twenty years. He chewed his bottom lip when Joseph finally went down on him, engulfing his whole dick in one sloppy motion. Joseph’s eyes widened. It was clear it was his first time doing this, and he took a moment to adjust. This was even more erotic than Caesar could have imagined; Joseph with his lips stretched, pursed around his own cock, lips glistening from a mix of saliva and cum.
Caesar moaned, strangled to get out what he wanted to say. “Teeth.” He grunted. The brunette nodded in time with the bobs up his shaft; each motion bringing the elder closer to the brink. “Jojo, please.” Caesar started, his breath airy with his body reeling from the sensation of his dick in Jojo’s mouth. His chest heaved with each labored breath as Joseph worked him closer; adding his hands to the base to jerk him off him compilation with sucking him off. Caesar entangled a hand in Joseph hair trying to pushing back against his forehead.
Joseph cocked an eyebrow; but complied, pulling off with a wet plop. A string of saliva still connecting his mouth to the reddened cock. Caesar felt his body near release. Muscles tensing up, pulling him closer. The other continued to pump his cock while pinching the wet head between two fingers. Caesar thrust forward in a spasm, arching of the bed. Hot cum spurted on to him, splashing on his lower abdomen.
And on Jojo’s face. “Oh.” Seeing the other man with his load dripping down his face and from his lips in thick rivulets. “Oh God. Joseph.” Was all he could manage. Joseph wiped the liquid from around his eyes, before absently darting out his tongue to catching some from the corners of his mouth.
He made a disgusted face.
Caesar was too enthralled with Jojo’s state to poke fun at him for that display. He pulled Joseph up by his arms, from where he had nestled between his legs, to plant a big kiss on his lips. He snaked his tongue in, tasting himself in Jojo’s mouth but not really minding. Their noses brushed when Caesar spoke, “Thanks for that.” A smirk tugged at his lips.
“I deserve it. I didn’t think you’d want to come on me.” He made a disgruntled face as wiped the remaining traces of cum from his face. “Kinky, Italian bastard.” He muttered jokingly.
Caesar just shrugged in response; and Joseph stuck his tongue out. “Don’t worry, I’ll give you equal recompense.” He winked. “What do you want?”
“You.” Joseph stated simply. His eyes sparkled, the blue reflecting his desire.
Caesar could happily comply with that. He nudged the other off of his, his knee brushing Jojo’s stiff erection in the process and the man shuddered. “Who’s the sensitive one now?” The Italian joked, before climbing out of the bed to rummage through his things. Joseph watched him, head propped in his hand. Eyes following the motion of his well sculpted as and the flexing of defined back muscles. “Aha. This should work.” A container flew across the room and Joseph caught the projectile on pure instinct.
“What’s this for?” He asked, weighing it in his palm.
Caesar just chuckled; he mussed his hair with one hand on his hip. “I knew it. I’m your first aren’t I?” It surprised him. The way the other acted around Lisa Lisa and Suzie Q, it was obvious he liked women; and being forward was not a problem. But Joseph frowned on the way he liberally flirted with women; and had never mentioned any past relationships. He was more considerate and reserved than his demeanor let on. Caesar chastised himself, he seemed to forget all too often that Joseph was only eighteen.
“Hey! Are you saying I’m inexperienced?” A frown crossed Jojo’s face when he thought the other was making fun of him. “You were pretty pleased by my skills when I was sucking your dick.”
“I’m not picking on you.” Caesar shook his head. “And you were fine.” Jojo narrowed his eyes.
“Better than fine actually.” The Italian admitted.
“Let me take care of you now.“ Caesar murmured as he crawled on top of the other man, trailing the tips of his fingers up his thigh. Joseph had finally removed his bottoms, springing his wanting erection free. Caesar slid his hands along the newly exposed skin, carefully avoiding the area that Jojo ached for him most.
He teased along Joseph’s cock, blowing air on the sensitive tip. Jojo was squirming with anticipation. This only fed into Caesar’s amusement and renewed arousal. He squirted cool lotion into his hand, rubbing the palms of both his hands along Jojo’s cock from base to tip. Blue eyes widened at the contact. He thrust into the grip with each repeated pass over his shaft, groaning. “I’m going to come too soon if you keep doing that.” He complained, play pouting.
Caesar slipped his already slick fingers behind him and into the cleft of his ass as he straddled Joseph’s hips. He thrust his hips down, spreading himself open with each movement of his fingers. He felt Joseph’s eyes on him; the younger was watching him intensely, mesmerized by the faces he was making and the way his dick bounced in time with each piston of his hips. “Merda!” Caesar cursed, when he felt a hand wrap around his neglected cock. The brunette leaned up to place a sloppy kiss against his parted lips while stroking his dick in time with the thrusts of his own hips. With the curl of his fingers more curses, in Italian and English, tumbled from his mouth; his lips moving against Jojo’s with each word.
“God, you’re so fucking hot.” Joseph rasped as he canted his hips up, the head of his cock bumping against Caesars. The blonde’s body twitched with the contact. He slipped his fingers out and grabbed Joseph’s dick positioning it behind him. Joseph let out a strangled moan when his dick was encompassed to the hilt in a tight heat. The blonde rested the palm on his hand against Joseph’s stomach. He breathed in deeply, adjusting to the pressure inside him. “Shit. Fuck.” Joseph cursed. The sensation was overwhelming, exponentially better than his hand. He canted his hips up on instinct.
Caesar gritted his teeth when a small surge of pain shot through his body. “Wait.” He said with a grimace. He placed both palms on Joseph’s chest, to still his movements. An apology fell from Joseph’s lips as he was drawn from the singularity of sensation. A breath escaped the blonde. With every second that passed, his senses were heighten to the feeling of the throbbing cock inside him. Caesar gazed down at Joseph now. He had a permanent flush across his cheeks. His eyes were looking at him eagerly, but he was being patient now, waiting for Caesar to make the first move. And he did.
Wrapping his arms around Joseph’s neck, he lifted his hips up until just the tip was still inside him. He thrust downwards, with Jojo meeting him halfway with a great enthusiasm. With each thrust, pants fell between them, ghosting over heated skin in their close proximity. “Caesar.” Joseph mumbled, voice husky in a haze of desire, when shifted his weight to roll them over.
“Jojo, what are y-“ Caesar’s voice dissolved in to moan when the other hooked his thigh around his waist, hitting even deeper and at a perfectly delectable angle. Having the younger over him would have certainly been embarrassing, if he wasn’t so good at this or if he was so Jojo.
Joseph reached a hand between their bodies, while he planted kisses up Caesar’s neck. Tongue flicking to taste the hot, salty skin. His hand stroked the blonde’s cock, sliding with the wet coat of cum dripping down. Jojo moaned, leaning his forehead against Caesar’s as his orgasm tore more pleasured sounds from his mouth. Caesar ground against Joseph as he rode out his orgasm. With the flick of Jojo’s wrist, he came soon after, coating their stomach in sticky cum.
Relaxation swept through his body; and he flopped back against the pillows, letting out a sigh and shutting his eyes. Joseph pulled out but didn’t move. In fact, Caesar could feel him sidle closer to rest his head against his chest. “Jojo.” He grumbled. He was far too hot, far too sweaty, and far too covered in a myriad of bodily fluids to have Joseph’s large form draped across him.
He opened his eyes shooting a halfhearted glare, only to see the brunette completely knocked out. Caesar rolled his eyes, letting out an irritated sigh. Of course Joseph would fall straight asleep after sex. Even though he feigned agitation, he couldn’t help but affectionately run a hand through Joseph’s hair, as he slept against him.
Caesar woke up to bright light streaming into the room. He covered his eyes with his hands as he squinted at the assault of the light. He was covered in blankets, which he most certainly recalled not using last night, and the bed was empty. Even Joseph’s things were gone. That realization brought a frown to his face. Only as soon as the realization hit him, did the door open. Joseph came in carrying a tray of food. His face lit up when he saw Caesar was awake. “Caesar ♥ !” He set the tray down, immediately pouncing on the other man. Caesar fell back as Joseph peppered his face with kisses. Joseph’s eyelashes tickled at the pink spots on his cheeks; and Caesar laughed.
“I’m glad I got to meet you, Jojo.”