[Okay, it seemed like Joseph didn't notice. He didn't know a lick of italian anyway, and the fucker couldn't sense a mood if it walked over and slapped him on the ass- Perhaps Caesar's thoughts should run like hell down a different road that didn't involve- ok. He takes a deep, shaky breath, and continues eating once the hiccuping laugh at that goofy face of Joseph's tumbled from his lips.
Until, y'know, Joseph "Spontaneous Dickhole" Joestar decided to lay down and plant his head on Ceasar's leg. The blonde let out a gasp, sure his heart had just hammered it's way from where it had long ago relocated in his diaphragm, right through, into the open air. He chalked his lack of spillage on his own natural badass grace, takes a long, silent moment to stare into that open face beneath him, his heart clawing back and nestling somewhere between satisfaction and surprise.
His thumb finds the curve of Joseph's jaw, slanting up to rest at the corner of his mouth. He leans in and inhales, his nose mere centimeters from Jojo's, peering deeply into those blue-on-green eyes, before he opens his mouth-] You get seven points for coyness, perhaps six and a half. What you should have done was this. [And briefly pinches Jojo's cheek.]
[With his free hand he catches him around the back of the neck, fingers curling into the soft locks, lifts his head, and settles it comfortably in his lap. He tries to ignore the warmth creeping from his friend into him, squashes the feelings of belonging. Continues munching, eyes drifting from the waves back down to Jojo's face on occasion. He sure hopes Jojo can't hear the thundering rumble of his heart!!
Fuck. Contest, right? Contest. Contest. Remember the buzz of victory and take another healthy gulp of wine and don't look back.]
keep thinkin that ;)
Until, y'know, Joseph "Spontaneous Dickhole" Joestar decided to lay down and plant his head on Ceasar's leg. The blonde let out a gasp, sure his heart had just hammered it's way from where it had long ago relocated in his diaphragm, right through, into the open air. He chalked his lack of spillage on his own natural badass grace, takes a long, silent moment to stare into that open face beneath him, his heart clawing back and nestling somewhere between satisfaction and surprise.
His thumb finds the curve of Joseph's jaw, slanting up to rest at the corner of his mouth. He leans in and inhales, his nose mere centimeters from Jojo's, peering deeply into those blue-on-green eyes, before he opens his mouth-] You get seven points for coyness, perhaps six and a half. What you should have done was this. [And briefly pinches Jojo's cheek.]
[With his free hand he catches him around the back of the neck, fingers curling into the soft locks, lifts his head, and settles it comfortably in his lap. He tries to ignore the warmth creeping from his friend into him, squashes the feelings of belonging. Continues munching, eyes drifting from the waves back down to Jojo's face on occasion. He sure hopes Jojo can't hear the thundering rumble of his heart!!
Fuck. Contest, right? Contest. Contest. Remember the buzz of victory and take another healthy gulp of wine and don't look back.]