get ready for a wild ride yo

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[ It was a short and breezy ride from his place to his destination, his second favorite kind. The dying gurgle of the engine as he turned the key was enough of a sign that he should probably start checking the oil, but who has the time, right? He was about to get his hands dirty, dive deep to a road of no return but all that was good because he was going to show HIM a trick or two. You see JoJo wasn't much dedicated to anything, but if one thing made him feel accomplished was the expression on Caesar's face when he excelled at something he wasn't expected to be good at. All in all, it was a pretty decent arrangement. He was determined to win him ove-- I MEAN to get him! to SHOW him what a true fucking gentleman was! His douchebag smile was wide this time, beaming. A few steps and he was in front of the glass doors of one of those expensive as fuck hotels Caesar would usually spend his free time in. CHE, what a pretentious asshole! But that wouldn't last for long, no Signore!

He went in and with one quick look he'd check out the receptionist, wondered if Caesar had banged her yet because she was okay looking, not Suzie Q good looking but average italian broad with expensive heels and freshly manicured hands good looking, he figured he might have but then again maybe 'okay looking' wasn't nearly enough for that dick to play his game, good thing Joseph was probably the most attractive man in Western Europe.

BACKONTRACK-- He had to get pass her to make his move, because he had one and it was GOOD. When he was on his way over he spotted a small flower shop and he bit his lip at the thought of Caesar's reaction when he surprised him with a modest but beautiful bouquet, he could barely surpress the shit eating grin that was forming on his face. So with a little help of his old friend hamon (THANK YOU, GRANDAD JONATHAN) he managed to move a large vase that was being used as a centerpiece just by touching the table's smooth wooden surface , a few seconds and the thing would just drop to the ground and create enough of a diversion for him to make his way into the elevator. Just as he suspected in a second or two the receptionist let out a loud gasp and by that time he was already pressing number five.

As the numbers lit up one by one he started to feel a bit anxious... maybe even doubtful? Of what? you may ask well he was looking at the big picture. And even though his competitive nature and his boldness may have drove him into this he was still thinking about what normal people thought before this sort of life events. 'Is this the right jacket? does my ass look big? what if he hates the way my shirt clings shamelessly to my pecs?' at the last one he laughed because NO WAY JOSE, that just wouldn't happen- then the doors opened and he was pretty much stepping into the twilight zone. His palms were getting a sweaty and his steps became slower and slower until he was there.

Well this is it, he thought, this is how life ends, this is what happens when you die, there's a big, ridiculously ornamented door (it had a painting of a siren, for fuck's sake) and there's no way to know what lies ahead, unless you power through and bust it open. Or in this case gently knocking three times would do. ]

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why cant i quit you

[colpo]

[Caesar had his own first date jitters- er, manly self reflection time to consider. In the bathtub. Completely masculinishly. He pondered it as he shampooed his soft locks into their perfect silky reputation; it was just Jojo, his idiotic and cocky buddy. His brother in arms. The only companion aside from maybe Lisa Lisa sensei who shared the grueling experiences and trying fate he had. Perhaps one of the few people who understood him on a level beneath his charming persona. There was no reason for his stomach to flip and the good hour he'd spent picking an outfit. It was merely filling the role they were playing for this little training exercise, that's all.

Nodding to himself, he praised his acting skills, closed his eyes and dunked his head beneath the lukewarm water (a testament to how long he'd been brooding in there), letting the thud of his muffled pulse sooth him, get him back on track and away from such sentimental nonsense. Caesar did a mental checklist of all the things he'd prepared beforehand; wine, check (he'd certainly sampled enough of it this afternoon, a taste test ofc), the food, double check, the sunscreen, yup. Because clearly between the two of them Caesar was the one to think of everything they might need. Cold hard facts, the balm to any jitters, flowed through his mind and washed away the nonsense, only to be interrupted by a soft knocking at his door, audible even beneath the water.

With a splash Caesar rose half out of the water, soppy wet elbows bracing the edge of the tub, and blew soaking wet hair from his eyes. He glanced at the clock on the table with puzzlement. No, he hadn't lost track of time so who the hell could that be...? Certainly not Jojo, that idiot couldn't be on time if his ass depended on it, let alone his life.] Mama mia, some gentlemen just can't catch a break...

[Reaching over the edge of the tub, he grabbed a towel, stood to briskly dry himself off, and garbed himself in his pride and joy, a fancy silk robe, before wrapping another fluffy white towel around his hair and padding out of the room. It was probably room service, mistakenly sending him another fruit basket or steak or something of the like. If he hadn't had prior engagements he'd coax room service into sweetening his own gift basket- but it was no use thinking about that now.

Without even peering through the peep hole, he unlocked the door and pried it open, completely unsuspecting of the early after noon knocker without the knockers]

Yes, how may I be of help signora-....well. If room service is relying on your people skills, this hotel is doomed. [To hide his utter surprise, Caesar folded his arms across his sagging robed chest and leaned comfortably in the doorway. Joseph "Diarrhea Mouth bluffington" Joestar was early. Holy shit. Did that mean Italy had a snowball's chance in hell at the cup- nononono. If this wasn't some imposter (which Caesar, the brilliant blonde that he is, isn't completely sure he isn't) then Jojo really was trying hard. The thought warmed his cockles.]

u want inmypantsdesu

[battletendencies]

[ Joseph had seen Caesar through his best AND worst. Covered in mud, sweat, dirt, hair tangled and sticky, but also in spotless white suits, designer shoes (Jojo knew this because he just wouldn't shut up about it that one time) but this was completely new and completely hysterical. He found himself giving Caesar the up-down in an almost subtle manner, he was being a gentleman after all, and gentlemen only stare when they knew they weren't get called on it.

Caesar was definitely surprised to see him there, he just knew it, he noticed a slight flinch and his shoulders seemed a bit tense all of a sudden.

And then the dick had to open his mouth and ruin it, Joseph then looked up again and then he just had let the whole picture sink in because the towel on his head was the icing to this glorious moment. He felt like giving him a standing ovation, things were soooooo playing on his favor right now and he'll suck every single drop of that victory juice. He already considered this a complete and utter success. ] Thank you for the warm welcome, jackass.

[ He was so stealing his bath salts. . ]

What's this Caesar? Twelve on the dot and you're still not ready? If this is how you really treat those women then I'm not surprised they only last you a night or two! way to make an impression on your first date! kudos on the outfit though... [ this was truly the best day of his fucking life.

For moment there he forgot about the flowers, but you really can't blame him can you? he kept them out of Caesar's sight because he thought it'd add that cliché effect that usually makes women melt on those flicks he saw every now and then ] So, are you letting me in or what? So rude...

I believe it is U who wants in MY pantsu

[colpo]

[That blush that made the marks upon Caesar's cheeks pop, the flush that traveled all the way down his collar bones? Totally not from embarrassment, completely the flush from the hot water of his bath talking, yup. He was frustrated with himself for being caught off his game, and by Jojo of all people, when he was the one who was supposed to be the teacher in this situation! Dammit. Oh well...he'd grace Jojo with that point because that was all he was going to win this round.
The blonde shot his friend the sharpest of smirks and shifted his weight. Idiot.] You're welcome, asshole. Only the best for my amico.

[The look turned further unamused the more cocky bullshit that spewed forth from the Joestar's mouth. It's not his fault Jojo was probably probed by the Germans and replaced by a clone! But, no, that's not right. There's no other creature on this earth that could imitate that shpiel. He did his own appreciative look over, noting for later that the kid actually looked good in a suit.] You clean up pretty good yourself, Jojo. I'm truly touched that you even bathed for me. Perhaps you are taking this seriously.

[Rolling his eyes, a true grin blossoming at the corners of his mouth, he pulled away from the doorway and swept his arm out in a come inside me gesture. The banter was starting to take the edge off his initial flustered feeling. He turned into the doorway, making sure to glance over his shoulder at his friend as he drove his point home, complete selective hearing, my friend.]

Then I suppose it's only a matter of time until you learn what keeps them coming back for more of me, hmm? Truly irresistible doesn't even begin to cover it. [And with that he sashayed into the room, fully expecting Jojo to follow once he picks his jaw up from the floor]

NU UH IS U

[battletendencies]

[ He gritted his teeth for about two seconds at Caesar's response because he sure knew how to grind his gears, then he casually stepped into the room, bringing the flowers up to his chest and making an over the top, completely smug but still believable head bow before presenting the small bouquet, it had all sorts of crap, Jojo thought, and because he didn't know shit about flowers he just ended up picking something that reminded him if Caesar's usual colors, white, yellow and of course that pale shade of blue that was so characteristic of him... he'd dig that shit, all chicks ended up buying it so why wouldn't he? Being a hopeless romantic and all. ]

I saw these on my way here so I had to get 'em! Bet you're impressed now eh? [ They even go with the ridiculous decor, he thought. ] You don't have to thank me, Caesar-chan, I will make sure to show you a good time... [ His grin was probably occupying 3/4 of his face right now. Then again he should tone it down a little, wouldn't want to show his best game before they actually go out. But to be honest he was half winging this thing.... Gotta trust your instincts?

He cleared his throat and looked up to the blonde, smile bright as ever and extended his arm to offer him his gift. ] I'd put them on a vase if I were you, wasn't easy to keep 'em safe on the way here.

nope its clearly you, bringin me flowers and shit, wanting to deflower me, eh big boy?

[colpo]

[He was just about to tell Jojo to sit his ass down and wait for him to slink out of the room and throw his clothes on in a mortified manner but instead when the blonde turned around, eyebrows scrunched in scrutiny, a humble (read as: shitty) bouquet was thrust under his nose. Green eyes blinked rapidly in sheer confusion, unfortunately long enough for Jojo to spew out some new shpiel about how goddamn smooth he is.
Caesar's cheeks and ears felt distinctly warm as his fingers retrieved the flowers from his friend. This corny idiot. White for fidelity, elegance and innocence, yellow for friendship and blue for peace. But, smooth as he tried to make himself out to be, clearly Jojo didn't know what any of these flowers meant. Hard work and working hard were two of his least favorite phrases, afterall. Though it was a coincidence, Caesar was still touched by the sentiment. This was just one more thing to teach him, too.]

Why thank you, Little Jojo, I'm sure I've no idea whatsoever why these look so familiar, but I appreciate them all the same. [Golden eyebrows rose to his hairline as he made a beeline for the small kitchenette, his back to Jojo as he fished around for a vase. It was something to do to keep him from punching that smug damn smirk off his friends face. He might have even shook the flowers a little, imagining it to be Jojo's neck. Quickly, he filled the vase halfway with water and delicately put the flowers in. Hands on his hips, he turned back to address the Joestar, eyebrow arched in what he hoped was a stern manner. The robe kind of negated it. But don't tell him that.]

A good time, huh? It'd be a real damn shame if, after all this playing around you went off half cocked in about five minutes. [A smile blossomed at the thought of such humiliation.] I'll be back in a few minutes. I'll trust you to sit right there, don't move and don't touch anything while I get ready. [Not bothering to wait around and hear any more snark, he pivoted on his heel and returned to the bathroom, praying to Some Peoples Lord and Savior that when he returned his room was in one piece.]

I'M BACK

[battletendencies]

[ He went three steps after Caesar and when the blonde announced he was (FINALLY) gettting dressed, not that he minded, he could take him anywhere if he kept that ridiculous robe on come on... then JoJo heard something about not touching something but he really didn't pay attention because there was a centerpiece that had a very voluptuous silhouette and a pair of HUGE melons and oh fuck he was doing it already, poking and checking if the size was exactly his type and since all boobs were his type he guessed they were about right... he got bored after ten seconds and moved on to the next item, it looked like a very expensive abstract puzzle, neatly put together and a complete bore because who the fuck buys this shit? He lifted his gaze and barely noticed that the door to Caesar's room wasn't completely closed. He tried to still look nonchalant (even if he was all alone, he felt all the expensive art pieces were silently judging him) as he walked a few steps closer to the tiny space between the door and the frame.

A quick look wouldn't hurt nobody, right? WRONG a part of his mind shouted but he wasn't going to let this chance slip so here goes nothing.

A short glance and he didn't see anything out of the ordinary training day, Caesar had a defined musculature just like he did. His back had many scars but it seemed to be smooth too, bastard took good care of himself. He was looking at the mirror of fucking course he was and his hair was still dripping and he followed the trace of liquid down to his neck, some of them made their way down his chest and okay he had a nice bod, BIG DEAL! so did Joseph-

He then decided he had enough because Caesar was likely to notice and he just wasn't ready to get caught doing something like that to his best friend. Even if he totally didn't regret it. He went back to where Caesar left him, back to feeling up the sculpture. ] Jeez, you're taking so long-- I'm getting really hungry ! You know I didn't even have breakfast because I wanted to have that pasta you're so proud about but at this rate I might die before we get to the beach! SO THIS BETTER BE GOOD!

WELCUM BACK~ your prize is seeing Caesar's booty (also sorry this reply is kinda poo)

[colpo]

[When Caesar finally got back to the bathroom at a completely normal and not hurried, as if fleeing, pace he whisked the plug from the bath's drain, slipped out of the robe (where somewhere 'I'm too sexy for my shirt' plays in the distance as it drops to the floor with a soft swish) and rubbed the towel vigorously through his hair, refusing to think too much.
But of course when one refuses to think too much that's technically thinking and- With an aggravated huff he wrenched the towel dramatically away from his face and slung it around his neck, peering at his reflection in the mirror.] Looking good, Zeppeli. You got this.

[Careful fingers carded through silky golden locks, going through the familiar motions of smoothing strands this way and that, but he was blessed with amazing genetics: he didn't need to do much. He idly wondered just how many of his things Jojo had broken the few minutes he'd been away, then decided it would do his blood pressure good not to think about it. He hadn't heard any loud crashes, nor any explosions thus far, so perhaps there was hope yet. Caesar started to turn away to retrieve his clothes when he spotted movement from the corner of his eye- whipping his gaze first to the mirror and then behind him yielded...nothing. There was nothing there.
He really needed to relax, he chastised himself lightly. Thinking too much made him jumpy, and he had to be on his damn toes if he's going to get anything through his idiot friends' thick skull and save some leftover for that ego. With a final sigh he shrugged into his clothes and headed back to where he left Jojo, threading a belt into his jean's loops as he approached- and overheard the brunette's big ass mouth.
Golden eyebrows twitched with annoyance, but a deadly smile curved across his mouth when he joined Jojo. Distaste at his wondering hands over Caesar's things would have to wait a bit]

Oh? No wonder you're such a fussy baby today. Forgive me ever so much for not feeding you breakfast too, Little Jojo. I had no idea you were saving yourself for me. [A little smidgen of concern seeped out in his next comment though, eyes raking over Jojo's form in question] Do you want something for the drive? To keep your strength up, of course. Wouldn't want to put any more risk on you crashing that death trap.

OH NO HE' S HOT

[battletendencies]

[ He knew Caesar saw the horror in his face as his eyes widened, jaw dropping slightly-SLIGHTLY- just what the hell happened?! He knew Caesar cleaned up nicely for dates but this was too much and by too much he meant just the right amount of douche to look incredibly attractive and not at all how he imagined. He admitted he hadn't given Caesar enough credit then, because Caesar KNEW that if he went with his usual over the top Don Juan act (he learned the meaning of those words on his trip to México but he rather keep it to himself) Joseph would be merciless, he didn't look flashy enough he didn't look like that pompous dick Joseph met weeks ago...

he looked just right.

He cursed, agonized and bit his lip so hard he might draw blood. BUT HE WOULDN'T LET THAT BETRAY HIM more than it already did anyways- but then again he WAS the apprentice, and in his mental chalkboard it was Joseph II - Caesar - I.

He had to shake his head, shit he looked damn fine and now Joseph was actually regretting NOT having a good look before he got dressed but that was just his mind going a thousand miles an hour and leaving him behind again. Fortunately he was a skilled chameleon and it wasn't hard to pretend he wasn't about to show Caesar the finger for winning this one. ] Finally! I was starting to think you dissolved into stinky cologne and bath salts! Ready to go now?

that he is ;)

[colpo]

[At first the pause between his inquiry and Jojo's reply caused Caesar to look up from adjusting his jacket quizzically, wondering what the hell brought about the actual silence of one Joseph Joestar. It's slight, but Jojo's expression shifts, leaving Caesar even more confused. And. Concerned.

Now, Caesar Anthonio Zeppeli knows he's fucking good looking. No shit, Sherlock. He's been told that since he was a wee infant with a full head of shockingly blonde locks, gurgling bubbles in the crib. But he didn't count on Joseph appreciating his beauty. Thus the confusion and the eyebrow Jojo's getting at that reaction, as slight as it was.
Caesar is in tune with his partner, y'know. Hearts beat as one, breathing in synch and all that good stuff, so he'd notice. And did.]

What am I, a witch? Does that make you my flying monkey? You could probably scrape up enough fleas.

[He's just gonna unnecessarily grab Jojo by one of those beefy arms, leaning in all close and squinting] Are you ready to go? Perhaps you should eat something if you skipped breakfast, to tide you over. But you'll have to fend for yourself since I already cooked lunch.

someone is going to get a blowed tonite and i hope its me

[battletendencies]

[ He was trying not to burst giggling like a fucking maniac because Caesar had just said something magical that made his heart race, there was no bitching, no unnecessary shmugness and he hoped the pasta was just as good as it smelled then he put that enormous portion inside his mouth and he was about to break down into tears because it was even better. Shit! He was not keeping his cool at all, but he was afraid there was no cool to keep so he just dived and devoured everything in his plate and with a mouthful of pasta and his lips blackened with ink he was pretty sure he looked ridiculous but he was actually enjoying every bite, every noodle he sucked between his teeth and it was glorious. He took a swing at the glass of wine Caesar handed him and it washed down him like a blessing. ]

This is really good, even better than the one at the restaurant...

Caesar! What the hell are you doing? sit down and eat with me!

[ He reached for one of the strips of his headband and pulled just enough to make Caesar's head tilt back. His glass was getting empty soon, he wasn't very fond of alcohol but Caesar always picked the ones Joseph liked whenever they dined together, something mild and sweet. He reached for one of those pizza-looking slices of bread, and more pasta and he had his eye on dessert already. He was being spoiled today.
He might return the favor later on. ]

UHM after that meal he slaved over I sure as fuck hope it's Caesar! (or both of them)

[colpo]

Why thank you. To think, we've reached a point in our lives where praise from you makes me happy. [His heart was ready to bust with all the praise; a happy Jojo (when not a happy!asshole!Jojo) makes a very happy and preening Caesar as well. Not to mention glowing.

He makes an embarrassing sound when Jojo tugs the end of his headband, head tilting into an awkward, but not uncomfortable angle. The scowl he pins the Joestar doesn't have too much heat behind it.]

Watch it, bambino. If you break my neck or my headband I'm coming back to haunt your clumsy ass. [Slips out of his mouth before he can stop it. Shit. Okay, play it off, Caesar, play it off, you can do it. The following takes place between now and Because He Feels Like It Not Because Jojo Said So, Asshole. Instead, he serves himself a portion and ducks down, fork ready to meet his mouth, when he glances at Jojo again and laughs into his fork instead.]

You sloppy shit. [He says, all full of fondness and warmth, all of which bubbled forth. He sets down his plate, takes a napkin and dabs at the squid ink streaked across Jojo's chin.] It's that good that you're inhaling it, huh? I knew it.

its gonn b me

[battletendencies]

[ There was a moment there. He knew it, he knew Caesar knew and even though his friend shrugged it off in a matter of seconds Joseph was just getting tingly all over, was it that Caesar was starting to actually take him seriously or it was only that he couldn't stand Joseph being the clumsy shit he is every now and then. He was leaning towards the first one since his partner seemed a lot more at ease, there was no bickering unless Joseph started fucking about again.

He felt like an idiot because when Caesar was done with his chin Joseph had the worst expression imaginable, his mouth fell, his eyes vacant and fixated on his friend... Trully remarkable. So he tried to shake it off (literally shook his head a couple of times) and went back to his plate. He kept putting food in his mouth until it seemed like it didn't matter anymore and after two more servings, three pieces of that pizza-looking bread and dessert he felt as good as new. The sweet wine was making him lightheaded, not drunk, but just enough to make the sand look like a comfortable spot, so he decided to lay in it for a while.

Somehow, without realizing it his head ended up comfortably resting on his friend's leg. He was pretty damn sure he got there on his own though, well, to hell with it. They were in too deep already, he might as well get used to this kind of crap. Besides... any chance to catch Caesar off guard should be taken without any room for doubt, he mentally high fived himself. ]

Don't mind me, just let me be like this for a while...

keep thinkin that ;)

[colpo]

[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.]

THIS WAS FUN TO WRITE I GUESS

[battletendencies]

[ The moment he opened his eyes everything froze. Imagine his surprise when all he could see was that flashing green getting closer and closer... A feverish chill spread all over him, his lower lip quivering and his eyebrows drawn together, this was it... This was it for Joseph Joestar.

Because even though he'd make a run for it any other day, he wasn't so sure he wanted to, not this time..
.
And every microsecond that passed, every inch closer was excruciating and he could hear the clock ticking and he was still not moving. He saw his life passing before his eyes, there was the door again, his fate was sealed... sealed with a ki- fuck no! he was not going to say it! So instead, he choose the path of the warrior. He'd learned this through training, to take it like a man! Never run from a fight! ... unless you absolutely have to.

And he braced for it, blocked all thoughts form his head... Took a deep breath... his trembling lips were now puckered, ready for collision in three, two, one...

Then he felt a small pinch on his cheek. Then Caesar's hand was behind his head, settling it in a more comfortable position... He praised whoever was up there that Caesar apparently didn't notice his expression of sheer disappointment and just a little trace of relief....


MOTHERFUCK! ]

SO FUCKING CUTE I CANT EVEN!!!!!!!!

[colpo]

[Hasn't it already been fucking established that with their partnership, soul bonded as brother and comrades, pressed back to back and entwined destiny to heart beat, Caesar's pretty damn good at reading little tics that make up the parts of Joseph? The ones that don't come careening with a surprising right hook or a blade between his toes, anyway. Thus, he noticed the puckered lips and the disappointment and utterly and absolutely smothered the need to Do Something whispering in the back of his head, like a kneejerk reaction tugging at him.

Instead, he continues to eat. Agonizingly slowly and one handed, eyes on the clear, twisting waves, hand remaining at the back of Jojo's neck, just a warm, steady, anchoring weight there.] Usually this is where you fill in the awkward, bumbling silence of yours with conversation. About pleasant things and not about how supposedly fast you can get her skirt off. Work, her girlfriends, family. Nod and smile that cocky smile of yours at the right moments, even when it's completely boring.

[He was distinctly, distractedly, aware of hearing the pound of Joseph's pulse, though faint, it caused heat to settle in his belly.]

shalalalala my oh my looks like the boys too shy aint gonna kiss the jerk

[battletendencies]

[ There were several things Joseph Joestar hid under his sleeve, he was particularly smooth when he cheated his way out of situations and he would generally perform better under pressure. This time however, he could do nothing more than pretend there wasn't something pinning him to the ground, he averted his friend's gaze and he feared he couldn't look at him in the eye until Caesar did something equally embarrassing, which if Joseph played his cards right, wouldn't take him very long. His friends fingers were still touching his neck, supporting his head just in the right place. His thoughts then drifted to how much he wanted those fingers to move and softly scratch his scalp...

Then the idiot started babbling about communication 101 and the mood was ruined, great job Zeppeli, no wonder why you only ever have first dates. In any case, Joseph would not play by his rules anymore no Signore! he had his own plan... in the works but it was still a plan. ]

Well since I already know you well enough I don't need to do that, do I?

[ He then proceeded to pull yet another dangerous move, this time one much more subtle (he hoped), he pulled at the strip of the headband, gently this time as if asking his friend to lower his head in his direction once again, hopefully this time with much better results, aint no rest for the wicked they say... ]

WHOA~ WHOA~ SHALALALALALA AIN'T IT SAD? AIN'T IT A SHAME? IF HE MISSES DE BOY I'M GOING TO SHIT !!!

[colpo]

[Though Jojo averted his gaze after The Lecture, Caesar knew he wasn't doing so because he saw the great error of his ways and accepted Caesar Christ as his lord and Savior of his dry ass pussy game. The jumping, excited pulse he felt beneath the heel of his palm where it met soft, yielding skin told him a different story.

The next words out of those pretty plump lips certainly gave him a start. I know you well enough. Part of that made a crackle of Something shoot up his spine, cozy and welcoming. But it also gave him pause. Know him, huh? Back to back, breath to breath, yes, but....he wondered if that really was enough for him. There was so much more, it made him feel conflicted between pondering and flattered that Jojo thought he had him figured out and insulted that he assumed so much. A token reaction, this Joestar of hi- no, not his, stop that.

The tug on his headband, though just as abrupt as the first time (as any of the plans Joseph pulls out of his ass) it was more welcoming and, like a magnet or a homing beacon, Caesar slowly leaned forward, his eyelids fluttering to half-mast shut. In a rumble that purred right through his fingertips and into Joseph, he asked:]

Do you, now? Do you really know me?

[His tone was steady and strong but there was apprehension underlining it, curiosity, regret- so many emotions cycled through within just a few words leaving his lips. Mere moments. His battles with himself and his past and this future, he couldn't know. But maybe, because sometimes it was like looking into one of those funhouse mirrors, a parallel that drenched their genes in destiny, he did.]

DAMN IT ZEPPELI

[battletendencies]

[ His entire body froze, he was having trouble supporting his weight and his own embarrassment, his chest now furiously red as his face and ears, which he was damn fucking sure would be blowing steam by now, What the fuck had he done? He rubbed his dick on his best friend, holly fucking shit he RUBBED his fully erected dick on his best friend's crotch... He blinked a couple of times to make sure this wasn't a nightmare, sadly Caesar was still there and he knew he knew Joseph was full of shit because he wouldn't just go there, not now.

If the entire world came to an end and the Pillar Men became the new dominant species on earth, he could probably swallow that kind of shit. Death didn't sound so bad right now.

And the guilt, that sharp asshole came stabbing him right on his cock because as ashamed as he was right now, that was the hottest and most pleasurable thing he had experienced and he could not stop his cock from being hard. The worst part, and probably the best as well is that he felt Caesar's hard-on rocking against his, it caught him completely off guard and a low, heated groan escaped his throat and his limbs turned to rubber, he wanted to press his groin against his a little more but he knew this was Caesar's way of telling him not to play with fire. And then a grim reminder, this was Caesar's area of expertise, and he had just fucked up big time... ]

DAMN YOU JOESTAR!!!!!!!!!

[colpo]

[Instead of deterring him, waking him up from this bizarre and scrumptious reality, the low groan Jojo lets out does the exact opposite. A predator has been awakened by heat and sweet, sweet pressure between them. Jojo looking so damn adorable like that, aroused and embarrassed and frustrated certainly doesn't help matters any, doesn't help the warmth sloshing in his stomach.

So, instead of using Jojo's apparent change of boner, his realization, to back away, gain some ground, shake off the fog, Caesar deliberately presses his cock against Jojo's, pleasure zinging across his synapses, an addicting pleasure the likes never felt before, how could he have continued, ignorant of this? And the little noises Jojo made were just as addicting...he wanted to drag them out of him, wring them out and spin them into something new.

Turnabout is fair play, right? He runs the backs of his fingers over Jojo's jaw softly, drawing him in close by the chin, thumb at the corner of that bullshit spewing mouth he's come to like so much. When he opens his own mouth, his tone is pure purr, green eyes smoldering]

I bet you never saw this coming, eh, Jojo. I certainly never imagined such sweet, delicious noises could come from you...I need to hear more. Does it make you burn, knowing I'm making you produce such music? Just for me? [He presses his hips in hard, leaning in and sealing his mouth over the juncture connecting Jojo's neck to his shoulder]

bonerific hope this wasnt poop

[battletendencies]

[ The sudden pressure on his cock set him ablaze, his entire face now cherry red. A delicious throb coming from his groin was sending white sparks to his brain. He tried to speak but Caesar's fingers were on his jaw now, he was getting closer... But what could he say? 'Stop'? 'Keep going'? Not even his classic punch lines would get him out of this sweaty, hot mess of a situation. Instead he felt another throat burning groan clawing its way out of his mouth. And the aftertaste was hella sweet.

His gaze was indeed something Jojo had never experienced, and he felt a warm almost feverish chill. The realization that the roles had switched and he was now the one being chased dawned on him and he almost felt cheated... if it weren't for how fucking hard he was he would be walking away from Caesar and leave him and his cock to their fate... but Joseph Joestar was greater than that.

When Caesar's words filled the air his whole body tensed, his back arched slightly and that chill turned into a shudder. But he wouldn't give that asshole the satisfaction--

Until of course he pressed their dicks together harder than before, and all that came out of Joseph was a breathy fuck as he bucked down his own hips to add more friction and it felt even better than he thought it would. That bloody mouth now on his neck almost drew out a moan, but he was able to suffocate it biting down his lip. ]

unnngh (is that a good answer)

[colpo]

[That perfect, powerful arch of Jojo's back is enough to wring a gasp out of Caesar, and he thinks he hears a low buzzing in his ears over the roar of his blood thundering through his head; but he knows it's not really there when he removes his mouth with a wet pop, nose pressed to Jojo's throat, inhales a shaky breath, and the hum dies.

His hand stutters as he plants it on Jojo's hip, encouraging, yanking, his own hips rolling tight, the answering pleasure skyrocketing sparks that dance across even his eyelids, his toes curl within his shoes. A whimper, of all things, punched out and desperate, tears its way from deep within him. He almost seems to sigh as he says:]

Darmi tutto. Come on, let me hear that sweet voice of yours. Give me the sounds that belong only to me.

what am i doing ohhhh (2.0 bc well english is a shitty shitty lenguage)

[battletendencies]

[ It took Joseph a moment to realize that the ship had already sailed, the chance for him to step back and say 'hey buddy sorry for rubbing our junks together' was long gone.

And for once, he was going to give Caesar exactly what he was asking for.

The continuous bump and grind was swaying his worries away and when Caesar's shaky fingers grabbed him and yanked him down , he rolled his hips making sure Caesar's cock was firmly pressed to his. His concern was being pushed aside by the considerable sized tent in his pants. That whimper was probably a good sign.

Let's see how you handle me now, idiota.

So he gave a firm, hard thrust and then very slowly rolled his hips once more. Being stripped of all trace of shame, he let out the dirtiest, most unapologetic moan. ]

revving intensifies

[colpo]

[The combination of Jojo's moan, dirty and wrecked, and the sinful pressure of their cocks touching just about does it for Caesar. Jojo's voice rumbles through him, racing down his spine, straight to his cock and out through his toes and he keens, a hopeless sound clawing it's way out, his voice is lost in a gasp that wanted, so much, to be a purr, but his voice wobbles as his body trembles beneath the hard, hot line of Jojo's body pressed flush to his-]

Jojo..!! Burn for me...it's only fair, since I'm drowning in you, Joestar.

[And with that he thrusts slowly, lazily, languidly, and grabs Jojo by the ass, squeezing and reigning him in, inhaling deeply of that spicy scent that belongs only to his friend. He mouths at his collarbone and sighs shakily]

i wanna see ur peacock cock cock your peacock cock

[battletendencies]

[ Joseph complies, keeps rocking his hips and meeting Caesar’s thrusts in a mellow, tortuous rhythm. But the building pressure, the hot hot friction between them kept him on the edge. Then Caesar was touching his ass and his back arched even further, neck fully exposed… he moaned again, and again as Caesar’s fingers kept grabbing and squeezing, he had never experienced what it was like to have such strong, big hands to fondle him and it felt way more stimulating than he would ever admit to Caesar or to anyone ever.

And in spite of how much he was enjoying himself, the sensation of his cock being painfully pressed against the thick fabric of his jeans was becoming a tad exasperating. He needed more… skin on skin…

So his hands slowly glide down Caesar’s chest and abdomen and stop at the seam of his pants, hoping his friend gets the message. ]

BONERING INTENSIFIES

[colpo]

[That delicious arch seemed to go on and on, sending sparks of lava through his very being, pleasure coiled within Caesar, pulled taunt. He sighs against that exposed neck, lapping at it with the flat of his tongue and mouthing at the soft skin there with his lips, teeth nipping slightly, just enough to cause a red blossoming there, accompanied by his plump lips sealing, sucking, marking Jojo. (As his? The thought is enough to ignite him once more, something feral roaring, knowing unsullied, untouched flesh awaited him, and only him)

He jolts a little, the sensation of Jojo's hands sliding down his chest, over his quivering stomach, to stop at the seam of his pants pulling him out of his daze. He gazes into Jojo's eyes for a moment, silent aside from their mingled, hitched breaths. There was no going back after this. Instead of fear, a current of excitement surges through him, mingling with the smokey desire rising from the very marrow of his bones. His lips spread into a sharp smirk.]

To think this is all it would take to make you speechless....it's a good look on you, Jojo. But I think I'd much rather you made more noise for me.

[He emphasizes this with a generous squeeze of Jojo's ass, his other hand simultaneously unbuckling his douche-y sunbelt, pulling his zipper down and releasing his cock from the confines of his underwear. (Aren't you special and multitask-savvy mister casanova dick) It springs to attention between his fingers, and he gives it a stroke, sighing with relief] Your turn, bambino.