We're cool

by Asclepios

Summary:

It happened a few times over the summer, Caesar and Joseph together.
They were friends before, colleagues before that, and now they don't know what they are, what they want, nor how to say it.
Caesar's a coward and JoJo doesn't want to be one of his naive conquests.
So they play it cool.
They play it cool so much that distance grows between them.

Notes:

Hi !
It may sound a bit dramatic but really it's nothing serious, it was all very self indulgent !
I hope it's indulgent as a reader too ;)

I apologize for any mistakes in this, and I hope it's not too ooc !

Chapter 1: We're cool.

Summary:

Introduction

 

It seemed like Caesar wanted to keep it as casual as possible. Which was weird. Considering how special their friendship had felt before… the events. They used to bicker a lot, and with time, the affection they bore for each other had become noticeable, however fleetingly. 

Then casual it is. 

Neither of them actually addressed the thing, but they stopped texting, or kept it oddly formal, even for colleagues. And whenever they met, there was an undeniable aloofness, especially in public.

 

Joseph groaned at his own embarrassment and the fact even he wouldn’t put into words whatever had transpired. 

Anyways , it was really no use entertaining any sort of dating fantasy.

Let's keep that for somebody else he thought.

It was really no use.

 

It would have been really easy though, to let himself slip into soft daydreams. Yearning for cutesy meetups and stuff.

For somebody else he told himself again. No rush in settling anyways.

 

He had that ability to distract himself as an escape from distressful and wishful thinking, at least for a time.

So, he managed.

 

>>

 

How inevitable it had been to fall head over heels for this guy. He had crept into his heart, cheeky and unannouced. It really wasn’t fair. He should have been every bloody thing Caesar despised.

Or at least, wanted to stay the fuck away from. But as it turned out, it was all disgustingly charming, and bright, and fun, and hot.

And fucking easy. 

It took all his self control and more. (Dio knows how hard he held onto that.) That felt pointless.

I can’t fight you on this.

He came close to let all armors and weapons down. 

 

Somehow, he didn't. Because of that damned pride that trapped the truth of his heart in his throat.

He wished to be ready to surrender, to overcome the paralyzing nervousness, let it all out and confess.

But at some point he had become a slave to his proud attitude. Ho w could I change so much before him?  

Showing sincerity and vulnerability didn’t come naturally to Caesar. And he did not know how to cope with actual feelings. Romantic ones that is.

Lust was easy. Anger and resentment weren’t, but at least they felt familiar.

Now that he felt such a pull towards a person, he had no clue how to act anymore.

And this guy doesn't make it any easier either ! Nothing is ever serious with him. I can't let this idiota read my thoughts..

Without even trying, he won't let me feel in control.

And yet, Caesar had never let himself go as much as he did with him.

 

 

Notes:

That was the introduction,

I might make a few adjustements to make context clearer