Kiss, A JonaDio Fanfic

IX

Bittersweet

Jojo wakes for a while, wondering if he should try shifting his position a little, since a problem has erected between his legs and firmly pressed itself against the outer side of Dio's thigh. Figuring he risks too great a chance of waking him, he decides to wait it out, in the hopes it will subside sooner than later.

It doesn't.

To stifle his panic he concentrates on the rhythmic sound of Dio's breathing but that only makes it worse. He tries to think of things of less arousing nature: trees, university lectures, the decor of the manor. It helps a little but not much. 

To his horror, Dio wakes with a stretch. As he does, Jojo decides to blend in his own movement with his to hide his issue. He lowers his body so his head is now against Dio's chest. 

For a minute Dio is angry, having forgotten Jojo had accompanied him tonight, but as soon as he remembers the reason his posture relaxes again. Something else occurs to him next. His fever has broken. His mind questions, if not for this irksome new company, would I still be undergoing that loathsome heat, or would I have been free of it at this moment regardless of his presence?

 Too exhausted to even care, he decides to forget the mystery and return to sleep. 

Jojo has just realized Dio's fever has broken too, finding it bittersweet. He's glad for his recovery but sad that he has no more reason to hold him so close. He shuts his eyes as sleep begins luring him into a dream, his ears taking notice that the storm outside has finally passed.