Joseph roughly pushed his seat up to the dining room table.
Breakfast consisted of fresh fruit, brioche, and morning rolls with marmalade. He dipped his brioche in his coffee, satisfied with the taste.
Joseph heard the door to the dining hall open, and Caesar came walking in groggily, not even properly dressed yet. Lisa Lisa stood up abruptly. "Caesar, why are you late? And why do you not have your battle clothes on yet?"
The blonde sat down to eat breakfast. "Lisa Lisa, my bedroom has a leak. My clothes are soaked with water..." He looked down somberly at his pajamas. "I don't have anything to wear..."
Their mentor shook her head. "Borrow clothes from Joseph or something. We meet on the battlefield in 30 minutes, so I would suggest you eat and get out here."
Joseph's face turned red. Caesar borrowing clothes from him? First, he sleeps in my bed, and now the smug bastard is wearing my clothes? Joseph finished up his meal and quickly took Caesar to his room. On the way, Caesar put his arm around the Brit and leaned into his ear, whispering, "Thanks, Jojo. I don't know what I would've done without your kindness." Joseph became extremely red.
"U-uh, yes, of course! No problem, Caesarino!" He breathed out shakily. He swore this boy was going to be the death of him.
Arriving at his bedroom, Joseph gathered a few clothes while Caesar sat on his bed.
"Pardon me for asking, Jojo, but may I share your room for the time being until the leak is fixed? You didn't seem to mind me sleeping here last night," Caesar grinned devilishly. "If anything, you looked like you enjoyed it. I felt you put your arms around me." Joseph quickly threw the clothes at Caesar's face to shut him up. "S-stop that! Just put my clothes on, damn it!"
"Aw, the great Joseph Joestar is flustered. Guess I'm good at getting anyone then, am I right?"
Joseph had enough of this boy, and he knew a way to surprise him, and get him to shut up.
Joseph dove at Caesar, pinning him down to the bed by his wrists. "Shut up bubble boy, or I swear to the heavens above, I... I-I..." He stopped mid-sentence, as Caesar's was flushed a deep crimson. "Or you'll what?" He whispered. "Um..." Joseph was winded by this sudden response, leaving Caesar time to flip Joseph over where he was the one in a submissive position. "Where's your confidence now, Jojo?" The blonde boy whispered sensually, moving his face closer to Joseph's. Joseph then looked him dead in the eye, scared of what was going to happen next. This isn't something I can predict. Fuck! He hated not being able to know his opponent's next move.
Caesar then leaned in and slowly put his lips on Joseph's. This was a line Joseph had no idea his companion would be willing to cross. Terrified, he tried to move, but eventually gave in to the kiss. He didn't expect Caesar's lips to be so... soft. A warm feeling rose in his stomach, and soon enough, he was giving his half of the gesture back to Caesar. They moved at a steady rhythm between each other. Finally, after what felt like forever, Caesar detached, but it was too soon for Joseph's liking.
"Jojo. Jojo, are you okay??" Caesar shook his companion, trying to get a response from him. All Joseph could do was touch his lips, still feeling the warmth from Caesar. he suddenly looked up at the Italian. "Give me another one."
Neither of them obliged at the statement, kissing again. Joseph felt something he never had felt with anyone. After a few more moments, they broke away once more. "We need to go," Caesar groaned, opening the door. "This isn't over," Joseph called after him. Joseph sighed, looking out his small window and blushing like a madman. Why did he have to get me all riled up, knowing I won't just leave it here? Unless...
Joseph's hand flew to his mouth. "That bastard..." Caesar knows I want more! That scoundrel!
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Joseph and Caesar rolled under the giant wooden log that was propelled towards them. Caesar's was smooth, but Joseph's roll landed him into a pile of dirt. He spat it out angrily, and rushed back in, being greeted with a metal pipe thrown in his direction. With no time to spare, he charged his hands with hamon and thrust the pole a few meters in the air.
"Nice, Jojo," Caesar commented, earning the back of Joseph's head.
Joseph was still upset with Caesar from that morning. He was still unsure of Caesar's motives behind his actions but was too upset to confront Caesar about it. "You could at least pretend you aren't angry at me," Caesar folded his arms and stomped the ground, irritated. Why is he so damn extra?
A steel frame smacked Caesar straight in the calf, Caesar crying out in pain as he stumbled to one knee. Joseph then decided to put away his stubbornness to help his friend.
He rushed towards Caesar and shoved him down to the ground as another giant log flew over their heads. "This is why you stay focused, Caesarino," Joseph panted.
A bit longer, and they seemed to be able to dodge most of the other objects. Due to Caesar's injury, however, he could not dodge a steel pipe that was thrown at them, and it charged right into his calf once more. He was lucky enough to not be pierced by the end of the pipe, but the force caused him to have a broken bone.
"Lisa Lisa! Caesar's hurt!" Joseph yelled, prompting their session to end. Everyone came rushing over.
"I'm fine," Caesar insisted, but Lisa Lisa did not take his words to heart. "Nonsense. We will take you to the medical wing, we have someone who can use hamon to help heal you quicker." He nodded curtly. "I can help take him," Joseph offered, already taking one of Caesar's arms and pulling it over his shoulder.
The duo received directions to the room and off they went. Caesar winced every few steps but otherwise did well on their trek.
Joseph leaned in closer to Caesar. " You owe me from this morning." He could feel the heat coming off of Caesar's cheeks, making his heart soar. "Asshole... What do want from me?" Caesar rolled his eyes.
Suddenly, Joseph pushed Caesar gently towards the wall of the hallway. "I think you left me there to lead me on. Well, I think that was quite inconsiderate," He growled. " I have no idea what you're talking about," Caesar smirked, putting his hands around the Brit's shoulders.
"That won't work on me this time," Joseph whispered, pressing his lips against Caesar's own. They kissed passionately, the lights of the hallway twirling in each other's eyes. Caesar kept his eyes locked on Joseph, and this simple reaction drove Joseph wild. They kept kissing, Joseph trailing his hands down Caesar's side. They parted for a second, for Caesar to say, "I had no idea you were even into me. Here I was, thinking about you ever since I met you. If asked, I could name off everything wonderful about you. And now, here I am, being kissed by you. Is this a joke, or is it real?"
Joseph stopped. Caesar then had a single tear go down his face. "Tell me. Are you serious or not?"
Joseph opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by the sound of people walking down the hallway.
Caesar then pushed Joseph off of him, and looked at the Brit with an undeterminable face. "Let's go." Joseph was shocked but nonetheless took Caesar down to the room. He did not leave, however, as the man inside the room cut the fabric around the wound and healed it. Joseph did not let go of his eye contact with the Italian, even when he would look away. After Caesar grunted that he felt better, they wrapped the wound and put some sort of medicinal cream that was supposed to enhance the healing more. "Should be fine in a few days," The doctor reassured them both.
They left and Joseph headed to his room. "Where are you going, Jojo?" Caesar rose his brow at him. "The dining hall is this way."
"I'm not hungry," Joseph murmured, trotting through the door and closing it loudly. He got in bed and curled into a loose ball.
Why is he upset? Did I offend him? God, I knew I shouldn't have continued. What is wrong with me?
Joseph began to feel hot tears slide down his face. He stayed in the same position for an hour or two. He began to slip into sleep when he heard the door open. A figure walked in and started to take off their shirt. Damn it, Caesar. He had forgotten that he offered to let the blonde stay in his room.
Joseph couldn't help but watch Caesar undress above his waist. His muscles glistened against the moonlight that shone through the window. The room was tinted red from his lamplight in the corner, making Caesar's skin seem warm and inviting. The blonde slid under the covers and put his arm around Joseph's waist. Joseph liked the feeling of Caesar protecting him. These actions only made more tears appear.
"Joseph, I'm sorry I got mad earlier," Caesar murmured softly. "I know you're awake. Please, forgive me." Joseph then look up at Caesar and groaned playfully. "How can I not forgive that pleading face?"
Caesar nuzzled his face into the crook of Joseph's face and hugged him tighter from behind. "Goodnight, Jojo," He whispered, kissing his cheek.
Joseph felt his whole body grow hot. "Goodnight, bubble boy," He muttered. Joseph melted into the hug, loving every minute of it. He then stared at the wall, thinking intently.
Is this real?
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☆ So just close your eyes through the night. ☆
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Word count : 1672 words
( 1753 with a/u)
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Can't have a fanfic without angst, amirite? Don't worry, it's not gonna be completely wholesome >:)
Also, I'm not putting smut in here for now. I MIGHT at the very end, but only if you guys want it. Other than that, it'll strictly be fluff.
The art used in this chapter was created by whoopsmyhandslipped on Tumblr
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Index for this chapter
Brioche - sicilian brioche; Italian snack or breakfast pastry, can be stuffed with jelly or creams