Kiss, A JonaDio Fanfic

VI.

Heartbeat

      "I-I suppose you're right," he ponders disappointedly, "I was outside after all."

      "What foolishness beckoned you out there?"

      "I couldn't find Danny. Thank goodness he's safe now."

      "Ah," he inhales sharply, "I should have known."

       "Dio please let me stay," he pleads, "I won't be able to sleep knowing what you're enduring."

The blonde removes the now dry cloth and tosses it off the bed, "Even if I didn't mind you here there's not much else you can do, so silence your whining and leave me alone."

Jojo exhales into his own hands as he cups them around his lips, trying to warm them up, "I just want to be here for a little longer then, is that so much to ask?"

       "Have it your way pest," he purrs darkly, "heaven forbid my sweet Jonathan from losing sleep over me."

Jojo's heartbeat makes a leap. His words were sarcastic yes, but he'd be lying to himself if he said he didn't find them pleasant to hear.

         "May I feel your hand once more?"

        "No," his eyes narrow, "don't you dare touch me."

        "I promise I won't ask again."

          "You're infuriating-"

His fever viciously interrupts his words, coiling and clawing his already hot surface, raising his heartbeat and accelerating his breathing. The sight and sounds coming from his suffering are both painful and beautiful for Jojo to witness. He looks away, disgusted at himself for having thought the latter, but because he can no longer restrain his worry he reaches for his hand and grabs hold.

       "Dio," he gasps, "it's horrible."

       "It' isn't," he lies, "let go of me."

For Jojo, the contact feels really nice, as his heat warms his hand from the bitter cold settled inside the room. For Dio, it's even better, Jojo's chill emits a relief so tempting he cannot help tighten his grip. An open window would give too much, not to mention the rain, but Jojo's temperature is perfect. A deep sigh leaves Dio's lips, his body aching for more. Quivering a little, Jojo takes the risk of using his free hand to place on his forehead, and to his delight, he's met with Dio leaning into it, barely but surely. 

He places it against his cheek next, relishing the sight and sound of his obvious relief.