kyouyasangels_inc. get ready for a wild ride yo

[ 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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[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.]

Edited 31/5/13 08:39 (UTC)

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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. ]

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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... ]